Chapter 435 The Great Alliance Moves Forward (8)

[Barn outside Green Valley]

Although Major Alder Felt did not know whether the legend of the "Blood Wolf" was true or false, nor did he know how much of the "Blood Wolf" deeds were left to be told, he had realized one thing - he could no longer let the people in front of him The soldier continued.

Because even if you wring out the water in the opponent's story and fold it twice, the results of the "Blood Wolf" are still daunting.

Major Felt had planned to expose the inconsistencies in the story told by the other party and use a few wisecracks to ease the fear of the enemy among his men who had just suffered a defeat.

After all, what important information could a small soldier know about an enemy general? It must have been in some smelly tavern, listening to the nonsense of a drunkard who was willing to pawn his pants for a glass of ale.

However, looking around and seeing the faces of his subordinates, Major Felt realized that he might have made a mistake.

"Okay! This... story about wolf's blood, is it a foot binding? Why is it smelly and long?"

Major Felt raised his voice to interrupt the soldier who was dismantling his own fighting spirit. He stepped forward, grabbed the latter's shoulders with both hands, and lifted him up: "Look at your dejected look now! Are you still a soldier of the Republic?" Stand up straight!"

After that, Major Felt personally arranged the collar and buttons of the soldier whose name he did not yet know, and smoothed the wrinkles on the latter's shoulders: "Soldiers must behave like soldiers. We are an army founded by Marshal Ned himself, but Not the slave soldiers of the false emperor! Soldier, what is your name?"

"Matthew." The thin soldier belonging to Maple Stone City's brigade answered in a low voice.

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

"How could the recruiter of the New Reclamation Army recruit children into the army?" Felt couldn't help but wonder: "Are there no adult men in the New Reclamation Army?"

However, now was not a good time to criticize the recruitment policy of the newly established soldiers. Major Felt patted the soldier on the shoulder hard, turned around and glanced at the other soldiers, and asked in a pretentious manner:

"Don't scare yourself with the ridiculous stories you hear! If the leader of the rebels was really as powerful as you said, would we still be alive now? Then why didn't he quickly transform into a werewolf and eat us all? Does he dislike me? The meat is too old?”

Some people laughed, some didn't, but it was still a little better than the lifeless atmosphere just now.

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

"Yes, we suffered a defeat today!" Felt showed great passion and eloquence: "But in Bazenauer in the north, Lieutenant Colonel Saner has already fought with the main force of the Sixth Army. The troops rendezvous. The trapped rebels will be wiped out in front of them. Just like the river will merge into the sea, the current defeat is only temporary, and victory will eventually belong to the Grand Council and the Second Republic!"

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

Major Felt signaled for everyone to disperse and immediately walked down the haystack.

Second Lieutenant Nemeth - the commander of the 10th Group - stepped forward immediately, his eyes full of admiration and his tone respectful: "Don't be arrogant when you win, and don't be discouraged when you lose. Sir, you really have the style of a general."

Felt glanced at Second Lieutenant Nemeth. He had always disliked this young boy who liked to please his superiors, otherwise he would not have assigned the latter to the 10th Battalion.

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

Lieutenant Nemeth's face suddenly turned blue and white.

Major Felt also realized that his temper was a bit out of control, and did not say more harsh words: "The top priority is to give the big soldier something to eat. I asked you to collect supplies. How many did you find?"

Second Lieutenant Nemeth reported hurriedly: "Before 'clearing the firing range,' I collected some food and drink from nearby farmers' houses, but... it was far from enough to fill everyone's stomachs. I also found some flour and wheat, and the barn There may be some wheat in it. But...but the hand mill and cooking utensils were on the baggage wagon and were lost with the baggage wagon..."

Major Felt's eyebrows frowned unconsciously. He bit his nails and turned to look inside the barn:

The three brigades plus the broken soldiers who were being accommodated along the way - at least 1,500 soldiers were crowded under one roof. Many of them didn't even have space to lie down and rest, so they could only sit huddled and hugging their knees;

Hungry and exhausted, their minds filled with the evening's defeat and the pounding of hooves in the fog, they were now fighting over a bale of hay and a piece of dry flat ground.

"If you don't have a millstone, look for a millstone. If you don't have cooking utensils, look for cooking utensils." Felt's eyes were aggressive: "The residents of this village have fled, but can they take everything away? Find them!"

"Yes." Second Lieutenant Nemeth replied immediately: "As long as the enemy's light cavalry retreats, I will go look for it immediately and lead them myself!"

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

"Well..." Lieutenant Nemeth approached the major mysteriously and said in a low voice: "Sir, among the finer foods found in the nearby farmhouse... I have given it to you... don't dislike it..."

Major Felt's impression of Nemeth, who had just improved, immediately became worse. He ordered with a tigerish face: "Food should be provided to the wounded first."

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

But Major Felt stopped Nemeth from continuing with his eyes. The latter wisely closed his mouth, saluted, and turned around and left in despair.

Felt stared at Lieutenant Nemeth's back, his empty stomach churning at the wrong time.

Lieutenant Kadar was the second to find the major. He raised his hand in salute and reported straight to the point: "Major. The shooting holes have been drilled, but there is very little ammunition, only what the musketeers carry with them; the fence of the barn is also made of wood. The temporary reinforcement may cause some trouble for the enemy cavalry; I have arranged for soldiers to take turns keeping vigil on the roof - but judging from tonight's posture, the rebels probably just want to scare us, and a storming attack will not be until tomorrow at the earliest."

Felt nodded slightly. Although he admired his subordinate's performance today, he did not express too much praise.

Lieutenant Kadar was Major Felt's only gain from today's defeat. Felt originally disliked the aloof and arrogant Second Lieutenant Kadar - otherwise, he would not have thrown the latter into the position of captain of the Ninth Battalion, which was second to last in the command sequence.

However, Second Lieutenant Kadar's performance today was very impressive. Not only did he efficiently gather his troops when attacked, he also led his own light cavalry to rush out of the square to fight the enemy several times. In the matter of "maintaining the morale of the large square," He has made many contributions to matters of life and death.

"It seems that as long as there is a chance, a sharp awl will always pierce the pocket." Major Felt thought to himself: "Although it is a bit prickly."

Major Felt cleared his throat and asserted: "The rebels must have known that we have lost all our supplies. They want us to stay up all night, trying to crush us with hunger and fatigue. But you are right about one thing, We are safe tonight. This stone building is strong, and the rebels will not be stupid enough to run into it. You should rest as soon as possible, Ensign."

Second Lieutenant Kadar did not move his legs. His expression was stiff and he said as if he was not used to it: "It is a rare achievement for you to lead troops here for the first time. This defeat was because the enemy was too strong. Qiang, please don’t blame yourself too much.”

Although he knew that the second lieutenant was trying to make excuses for himself, Major Felt felt even more bitter in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "A defeat is a defeat. There is no point in making excuses afterwards. This defeat was all because I was greedy for credit and rushed forward. I will submit a report in the future." I will take full responsibility and not involve you. However, the most important thing right now is what to do tomorrow - at least we have to survive until the defeat report is written, so that we have the opportunity to discuss the gains and losses of this battle."

"That's what I want to say." Lieutenant Kadar pursed his lips, and a layer of gloom formed between his brows:

"Major, I asked the escaped troops of the 7th and 8th Brigades, and they all agreed - the enemies who ambush them were mainly infantry, with almost no cavalry. The light cavalry chasing us came from behind us, and no surprise In other words, it is an old friend who harassed us along the way. And the enemy who ambushed us... is probably another army."

"Of course I know that the enemy ambushing us is an infantry force." Major Felt smiled scornfully: "How could those black light cavalry riding inferior horses eat up all three of my brigades? Even if a large group fights together, they can't break it, let alone three large groups! They will only hit their heads and bleed."

Second Lieutenant Kadar's eyebrows knitted into a knot, and his voice unconsciously became a little depressed: "Except for the preparations in advance, don't you think the enemy's fighter planes were captured very accurately? The coordination of the ambush troops on both wings was like a finger. The concentration at that time The smoke covered the sky and the sun, and I didn’t even know the location of the other brigade, but the enemy seemed to be able to see through the smoke wall. He was like... he was like a first-rate swordsman, and we were third-rate. He would know whenever we made a move. What are we going to do? Every sword hits our weak sword..."

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

Lieutenant Kadar lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking. After a moment, he took a deep breath and changed the subject: "Major, attack three brigades from two directions. You want to maintain this attack width - judging from the length of our marching column, the enemy's troops are at least - -I mean at least - there should be two brigades of troops."

Major Felt did some mental calculations and felt that the estimates of the two brigades were still less, but he did not speak and just nodded: "It means that the rebels have divided their forces, which is a good thing. The more enemies we have in front of us, the more likely we are to have Colonel Saner The greater the chance of winning.”

"You are right, I also think that the rebels should dedicate a special force to guard the back road." Second Lieutenant Kadar swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his expression became a little strange: "But have you ever considered... can mobilize more than Who could be the rebel who has two brigades of infantry, can also command a light cavalry unit equipped with Hed horses, and is also suitable for independent fighting?"

Major Felt's expression became more and more serious as he listened. He compared Lieutenant Kadar's description with the intelligence in his memory. He was silent for a long time before speaking: "You don't want to say that the enemy we encountered today is a rebel of a rebel army." '——Tiefeng County rebels, right? In other words, Tiefeng County not only allowed the rebels to cross the border, but also took the initiative to join the rebels? It even goes so far as to say that the rebels boldly let them act alone and guard the retreat for the entire army? "

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

"Montagne, Winters Montagne." After saying the name, Major Felt said nothing for a long time. After some struggle, he reluctantly spit out the title: "Wolf's Blood" .”

"I want to tell you one more thing." Lieutenant Kadar seemed to have experienced a more painful struggle than the major, and his face almost turned the color of pig liver: "I, I, I... I know Winters Monta Captain Nirvana.”

"Do you know him?" Major Felt's jaw dropped.

"Squad leader Montagne." Second Lieutenant Kadar forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "He is my district captain."

Major Felt crossed his arms, thoughtfully.

Second Lieutenant Kadar added quickly, and his voice became softer as he spoke: "I only know who Winters Montagne is in the Army Academy. I'm not sure who Winters Montagne is in the mouths of the Montagne district captain and the soldier. I don't know if S. Montagne is a person... let alone whether he is..."

Major Felt said nothing, and only used his burning eyes to question the second lieutenant.

Kadar was about to shed tears: "Blood Wolf."

…

When Kadar explained in detail everything about Winters Montagne in his memory in front of Major Felt, another unique "alumni meeting" took place in the Green Valley a few kilometers away, under the blood-river-like clouds. " is being held.

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

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

The cloth was tied so tightly that it almost cut into the flesh. Andre was smiling, as if he wasn't in any discomfort.

"Imre." The captured second lieutenant of the Sixth Brigade of the Sixth Legion replied softly. The dust and blood stains on the second lieutenant's face had not yet been washed away, and he did not dare to raise his head and look directly at the senior: "Report, Imre Keener."

"I've never heard of you." Andre thought for a while and asked, "In the cavalry department? Issue 22?"

Imre lowered his head, twisted the strips on both sides of his pants, and whispered: "Artillery Section, Issue 22."

"Then you may not meet any acquaintances today." Andre suddenly lost interest and glanced at his junior with regret: "I guess there are no extra horses for you, so you can only walk with the infantry. Don't fall behind!" Ordinary prisoners may not be cared for if they fall behind, but in your case, because you know too much..."

Andre patted his junior on the shoulder sympathetically: "That's why those who fall behind will be slaughtered."

Lieutenant Imre wanted to cry, but couldn't.

Fortunately, the only one who came to the captured officers for "goodwill activities" was Andrea Cellini.

Major Seb was a senior and didn't bother to talk to his juniors. Winters is quite busy and doesn't have time to come over and recognize people for the time being.

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

Not just Andre, all the new army cavalry in Green Valley were making the same preparations - binding their waists and abdomen with several meters of cloth.

This is the "new technology" that Winters brought back from the Hurd tribes. 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 a short-distance charge, this preparation work can be said to be superfluous; but for a long-distance attack, similar preparation work becomes very important.

Seeing Lieutenant Cellini approaching, the cavalrymen put down their work and raised their hands in salute.

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

As he examined Túrin, he tugged at the cloth around Túrin's waist—it didn't budge.

Andre was noncommittal and continued to examine the young man next to Tulin—loose and obviously careless.

Without saying a word, Andre raised his leg and kicked Tulin. Tulin knew that he was in the wrong, but he did not dare to hide. He staggered after being kicked and immediately stood upright to wait for the second blow - the cavalry all helped each other to wrap the cloth belts.

But the second blow did not come. Turin watched in surprise as Andre stretched out his hand to untie the cloth belt around the young man's waist, and personally helped the latter prepare for the attack. He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"If you don't tighten this thing," Andre said impatiently while taking action, "your waist will be ruined! Especially this time, the road is not easy to walk."

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

"What's your name?" Andre asked casually.

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

"What a good name." Andre tied a knot at the end of the cloth, then smiled and punched the young man on the chest: "Don't fall behind."

"Yes." The young man replied seriously. He wanted to say something more, but Lieutenant Cellini had already gone to check on the next person.

In the farmland behind Andre, Tulin, and Alexander, thousands of horses were enjoying their last meal before departure.

All the mules and horses in Green Valley were gathered together, not only the army's animals, but also the civilians' animals.

Even cattle, sheep, donkeys and other livestock that were not included in the requisition were all driven into the forest downstream of the Achyranthes River. In fact, the farmers hid their livestock and food spontaneously without the New Army taking action. They've learned a lot over the past two years.

As for the new army, in order to ensure that the cavalry force had one person and multiple horses, many light cavalry even had to give up their mounts and temporarily fight as infantry; the pack horses assigned to the infantry had already been taken back, and some were taken away by Mason as draft horses, leaving the rest were redistributed to the cavalry as reserve horses.

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

Mason's detachment, which carried only three artillery pieces and most of the baggage, set off early;

Andre and Seb's detachment consisted of one man and many horses;

and Montagne's detachment, which became almost pure infantry.

On the north bank of the Achyranthes River and at the foot of Yinque Mountain, Winters was making the final mobilization for the entire army. He stood on a boulder, and the firelight of Green Valley reflected the lines of his face, making his face flicker.

Four battalions of New Army soldiers stood in four square formations in front of Winters. The soldiers' faces also flickered with the change of firelight, but their eyes were all bright.

"Soldiers." Winters' voice was clear and cold, telling his soldiers bluntly the crisis the coalition forces were currently facing:

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

"The plan of the puppet government is very simple. Their army is like a pair of pliers, 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 deployment from the north to the south gave us the advantage of fighting on the inside."

"Now, we have broken off one arm of the enemy's iron pincer. All we need to do is break the other arm, and this seemingly unstoppable iron pincer 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 drafted for him by Jacob Green into pieces in his mind.

He no longer talks about tactics, strategy, the game between the two armies, or the gorgeous rhetoric written for him by his staff.

He looked into the eyes of the soldiers, his expression sad but determined.

"You just won a great victory today." He said: "You should have enjoyed the glory and joy brought by victory. You have the right to drink, laugh and sing."

"But no, tonight, I must lead you again. Because there is another victory for you to win in Snake Lake on the other side of Yinque Mountain."

"If we can't win that victory, our victory at this moment will be just a passing cloud; if we can't win that victory, what awaits us is only doomed destruction."

Winters raised his hand and pointed at the still burning Green Valley:

"We burned half the Green Valley to the ground for that victory."

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

"In order to win that victory, we let an enemy slip away from us that we could have wiped out in one fell swoop."

"For the sake of that victory, we gave up the chance to capture the capital of the New Reclamation."

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

"Because that is a victory that affects our life and death!"

"Because that is a victory that determines the ownership of this land!"

"Because that is a victory that can put an end to all the suffering and war in the newly cultivated land!"

The queue of the new army was silent, and only the "crackling" of burning wood and the breathing of the soldiers could be heard.

"Follow me!" Winters glanced at Green Valley one last time and ordered to set off: "Go and win the victory!"

…

[next day]

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

As soon as day broke, Lieutenant Kadar was urged to set off by Major Felt. So the second lieutenant waved a white flag and rode horseback to Green Valley.

Of course Major Felt didn't intend to surrender, but he still couldn't bear to give up the rare opportunity to get a glimpse of Green Valley's reality.

The unknown small farm where Felt's defeated troops were located was unable to provide them with supplies. Lieutenant Nemeth and his men dug three feet into the ground, but could not find much food.

Two full years of turmoil have made farmers learn to be like squirrels, digging holes and dark cellars everywhere. No one is stupid enough to store grain at home. Not to mention that it is now a lean period, and farmers do not have much surplus food in their hands.

Although there was little hope, Major Felt still wanted to try to see if he could win a "decent truce."

If that didn't work, Major Felt had to resort to the alternative - a good habit of academic officers - to risk his life.

Therefore, just when Major Felt looked through the autumn water and prayed devoutly for Second Lieutenant Kadar's safe return. Lieutenant Nemeth was using all the food he found to prepare the last meal for the soldiers.

After leaving for an hour, Lieutenant Kadar returned.

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

The bad news is that he failed to meet his senior Montagne, so he naturally failed to submit a request for an "honorable truce";

The good news is - Green Valley Town is now an empty town. The rebels have withdrawn overnight and no one can be found.

"They...rebels." Lieutenant Kadar's expression was full of confusion: "They even kept the prisoners."

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

Kadar repeated: "The prisoners of the Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Brigades are now in Green Valley, and the rebels have not taken away any of them."

The ecstasy on Major Felt's face disappeared, and he asked the ensign seriously: "Are you sure?"

"OK." Kadar nodded.

Without saying a word, Major Felt directly ordered Nemeth 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." Second Lieutenant Kadar said with a blank expression, "I neither lied nor was bribed by the rebels."

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

In the town square in front of the two men, thousands of prisoners were being guarded by the sheriff and the town militia, waiting to be "received."

Seeing Major Felt's uniform, the Sheriff was moved to tears.

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

In order to avoid the tragedy of "the rebels looted the Green Valley", the sheriff summoned all the men in the town and watched the prisoners all night long, and finally ushered in the "dawn" after the first light of dawn.

"Your Excellency Montagne... no! Rebel Montagne said." The Sheriff burst into tears: "Just hand over these prisoners 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. The mayor relayed it to me."

"Where's the mayor?"

"Run away." The Sheriff pointed out the road to the town: "Afraid of being punished by you, I picked up Xinruan and ran away with the rebels."

Major Felt narrowed his eyes: "Where have the rebels gone?"

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

Major Felt became angry. He held the hilt of his sword and shouted sternly: "I don't know?! I think you want to die for covering the rebels!"

The Sheriff was stunned for a moment, hugged the major's boots and cried loudly: "I really don't know! The rebels have never entered the town at all, and we didn't dare to go outside to see them. We only know that they left Yes. I really don’t know where they went, sir!”

Major Felt glanced at the sheriff helplessly: "Gather the townspeople, I want to question them. Call me the farmers living outside the town as well. The rebels can't fly into the sky! They will definitely leave clues."

The Sheriff hurriedly went to ring the bell to summon the townspeople.

"Call out all the sergeants and officers among the captured personnel." Major Felt turned around and ordered Second Lieutenant Kadar: "Restore the formation of the Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Brigades as soon as possible."

In order to prevent the rebels from playing tricks, Felt only brought a few followers into the Green Valley this time, and the large army was still holding firm in the granary on the farm outside the valley. He didn't even want to give up the strong building, so he improvised and planned to control Green Valley with only prisoners.

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

"What do the rebels want to do?" Major Felt felt as if his head was about to explode: "They want to use the prisoners of these three brigades to hold us back. Are they really retreating?"

"Who knows?" Lieutenant Kadar whistled: "Maybe the battlefield in the north has decided the winner, and the rebels are trying to escape."

"Then wouldn't it be safer if he kills us and then escapes?"

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

"If he really wants to escape." Major Felt's mind was now in a mess. He pointed to the Green Valley Bridge across the Hydrangea River: "This bridge must be demolished, right? Keep this bridge for our convenience. Crossing the river?"

Lieutenant Kadar said nothing.

Major Felt suddenly looked around nervously and asked warily: "Is that guy trying to trick us out of the wall and then kill us all?"

Lieutenant Kadar shrugged. No matter what Major Felt said, he had no opinion at all.

"No, we can't abandon the stronghold outside the valley!" Major Felt had a headache, so he simply cut through the mess: "Leave these three brigades to you, and I will send you officers and non-commissioned officers. You will command them! First! Search Green Valley carefully for me and make sure there are no loopholes in the city defense."

Lieutenant Kadar raised his hand in salute.

"That's right." Major Felt's stomach was growling, and he gritted his teeth and ordered: "Don't forget to ask the sheriff for two loads of food and drink, and send them to the stronghold outside the valley as soon as possible!"

Having said that, Major Felt decided to leave this place that he thought was full of murderous intent.

"Major." Lieutenant Kadar called Felt from behind and reminded quietly: "Don't you know yet? The rebels have wiped out the grain stores in Green Valley."

…

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

But he didn't dare to say whether or not "Green Valley" would be evacuated. The officers under his command also agreed that the rebels must have another agenda for abandoning a fortified town so easily.

However, the officers differed on whether this "plot" was to lure out the remnants of Felt's troops and then kill them all, or to create a suspicious formation to cover the retreat.

There were so many suspicious things that Major Felt couldn't think straight.

In the end, he decided to choose the safest method - since the order given to him was to occupy the "Green Valley-Qingyin Pass" line and cut off the rebels' retreat, then he only needed to securely occupy the town of Green Valley.

After all, he had a more pressing problem to solve - how to feed the defeated remnants of his six corps.

As a result, in the war-torn valley at the southern foot of Yinque Mountain, the two commanders of the southern battlefield of this yet-to-be-officially-named battle finally made completely opposite choices.

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

One of the worst reconnaissance reports ever received by Colonel Bode:

The enemy he faced 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 Fort, but a full seventeen infantry brigades! There are thousands of light and heavy cavalry!

Sanel Angelman is a madman, and Chloe Toriel is even crazier than him. Except for the old, weak and sick in the two brigades left behind, all the soldiers who reorganized the New Reclamation Army and the New Reclamation Expedition Army were killed. They were brought to Jinghu County.

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

[I maintained a good routine for 26 days, but finally collapsed≡(▔﹏▔)≡]

[I need to ask for leave for the next chapter...]

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