Chapter 704 A Bold Idea

Hubble was very tired. He was exhausted from running around and fighting for days.

The continuous death of soldiers made him numb.

Having experienced the cruelty of war, all the beautiful fantasies became a thing of the past.

If the sunk cost was not too high, he would have given up now.

After following the army of the New Holy United Kingdom for two days, this isolated enemy army finally began to retreat.

It was also at this time that he met the militia.

In three days, the remaining militia officers set up flags in the local area and finally gathered some troops.

After all, the place where they collapsed was their own territory. Without the constant pursuit, the casualties were much smaller.

Excluding some injured and those who had completely lost their spirit, plus the two or three hundred people gathered before, there were a total of four or five hundred troops.

However, Hubble carefully checked his troops and could only say that they were unsatisfactory.

Not to mention the incomplete weapons, morale was also a problem.

After being defeated, they didn't get a good rest, so they had no fighting power.

However, the enemy was not much better. They had been running around for days and their future was uncertain. It was nonsense to say how much fighting power the army of the New Holy United Kingdom had left.

If they were really resilient, the New Holy United Kingdom would have come long ago.

Although the recent days have been very difficult, war is not a life for human beings.

Perhaps he himself did not realize that his mentality, temperament, and ideas have changed.

In the past, it would be risky to intercept the New Holy United Kingdom army that was about to flee, with little benefit. He would definitely not do it after weighing the pros and cons.

But this time, Hubble's mind was full of anger.

After being beaten for so long, he was not without temper.

So he called together the old buddies around him who had also survived: "I see those black guys are going to run away. Do you think we just watch them run away?"

"Damn, you killed so many of our brothers, and now you want to run away?" Some people with hot tempers wished they could shoot all the black guys to death right now.

"Sir Knight, what do you think?" Although the old sergeant asked politely, Hubble could still see the murderous intent in his eyes.

Although they were hired for money, it was impossible for them not to have some thoughts in their hearts after experiencing so many battles.

Anyone who was chased and beaten by a group of black ghosts would be angry.

Especially the Daxia people, who despised the tools in their bones. In their eyes, the New Holy United Kingdom was neither sacred nor glorious.

How could a group of guys who tainted their blood be recognized by the mainstream society.

Hubble was very satisfied to find that everyone had the same idea as himself.

"I plan to make a strong attack at night. I have observed that although those black ghosts are still on normal alert, our number is very close. We can try a strong attack."

When the number is at a disadvantage, it is called a night attack.

But when the number reaches a certain level, it is called a strong attack.

Although the army of the New Holy United Kingdom is still on normal alert, it is already in a dangerous situation.

War is not a rigid dogma.

The pressure on the other side, the fear of an uncertain future, the relaxation caused by long-term victories, and the combat power blessing brought by the night.

These combined together are a fatal blow.

Hubble's suggestion was widely recognized, and the old sergeant also said: "Yes, this time point is very clever. The other side must think that we are short of troops and not too vigilant.

If it is one or two days later, they will be alert to whether our regular army has arrived, and it will be difficult to attack at night."

"Okay, let's do it. Everyone prepare your weapons, have a good rest in the first half of the night, and then work together in the second half of the night."

With the dozens of veterans around him, Hubble is enough to complete the high control of the militia.

The sense of trust brought by life and death has exceeded the simple temptation of money.

It can be said that as the number of defeats increases, his control over the army has reached a peak.

At this time, the New Holy United Kingdom Infantry Regiment, looking at the army with only 60% of the number of troops, the regiment commander and the officers are also very tired.

In fact, this attack cannot be said to be a failure, at least it successfully destroyed a batch of equipment.

But if it is said to be successful, it is definitely not considered a success.

The training of an infantry regiment is not as simple as a few simple words, and the strategic purpose they are executing is not qualified at all.

But these are not what they should consider now.

"We are going to retreat." The head of the infantry regiment announced tiredly. He was frank with the middle-level officers: "Our mission has failed. Now we have to save more troops for the king to deal with the next war."

In fact, the middle-level officers did not oppose the retreat. Seeing that the mission had been messed up, it was meaningless to continue to insist.

"Captain, it's time to go. It is estimated that the regular army of the Daxia people is coming soon." Someone calculated the time. Their organization has always been complete, so they turned on the machine once after being exposed and had a simple intelligence exchange with the rear.

As for why they didn't ask the rear whether to retreat now, sorry... the telegraph machine was broken.

This is an unspoken reason. No one will object. Those who objected have been shot in the back and killed by the enemy on the battlefield.

"What about those rats? Will they bring us some danger?" Someone brought up Hubble's militia regiment. They can be said to be disgusted by these guys.

The infantry commander didn't care. He could even say he was contemptuous. He said, "Don't worry about them. They are short of troops now, and it's a problem whether they have the courage to attack."

Strictly speaking, they haven't exchanged fire with these rats for two days.

A defeated militia regiment had already performed above average before.

It would be a myth if the other side could regroup and attack them.

This is not in line with common sense, and there are no similar battle examples in books.

Officers from the academic school sometimes fall into a dilemma.

Of course, after discussing a retreat route, the infantry commander still ordered as usual: "Although there is no military force nearby that can threaten us for the time being, the necessary vigilance cannot be withdrawn. Everything should be carried out according to wartime regulations. Our situation will be even worse next time. I hope everyone can go back safely."

"Yes, commander."

The officers stood up and saluted. They were not a ragtag army. Although they had different skin colors, they had all received formal military training.

For this era, they were not first-class officers, but at least they were qualified.