Chapter 178

Returning to the military camp, Martin immediately summoned all his soldiers. He stood on the martial arts stage, looked at the soldiers in the audience, and told about his experiences during this period.

"I don't know what you will think next, but these days, I regard you as my brothers. I respect any action you make. Follow me and save the suffering comrades. Rescue him, stay on the sidelines, or inform him, it's up to you."

Martin was betting.

Even if you can break into the original military camp by yourself, it will be very difficult to rescue everyone who has been tortured for a long time and is exhausted or even dying.

But if the soldiers he has been with day and night these days are willing to help him, then he will obviously feel much more relaxed.

But all the soldiers present were ordinary people. In their hearts, betrayal was a bad thing, so they resisted it very much.

But sometimes, the power of one person is enough to make a group of people "impulse".

At this time, a sergeant major among the soldiers took the lead and shouted loudly: "Sir treats us well on weekdays, and we all see it. What happened today is definitely not the fault of the commander. We did it with the commander!"

As soon as one person said it, there was a group effect, and many people started shouting.

"We did it, sir!"

"Okay! Then let's go rescue our comrades now!"

With that said, Martin quickly formulated a rescue plan and then set off with the soldiers.

An action force of 5,000 people is naturally easy to attract attention, and it is not realistic to go out in full force. In this operation, Martin took 500 people, and the remaining people were on standby in the military camp. According to Martin's idea , they will need to hold on in the military camp for a while, so the remaining soldiers are reinforcing the defenses.

However, the collective action of 500 people was also watched by many people. Fortunately, Martin was not the leader of this operation, but mixed with the crowd, so no one recognized Martin and did not become suspicious.

Arriving outside the military camp where the peasant army was detained, Martin ordered his troops to quickly take over the armed guards on the outside.

There were only a little over a hundred guards on the perimeter. A force of this size would definitely not be able to resist when faced with 500 well-trained soldiers. Their weapons were confiscated obediently, and there was no one who could inform them. .

Martin led his men into the camp. At this moment, the camp had been transformed into a prison. In the prison, several interrogators were torturing a soldier. Seeing Martin and others walking in, the interrogators looked at the few people in confusion.

"No, who are you? Did I let you in?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was knocked to the ground by Martin's punch, and then his companions were also subdued.

"I'm here to rescue them." Martin said coldly.

"Rescue them? They are suspected of collaborating with the enemy. You are guilty of the same crime if you rescue them. Do you know that?!"

"Of course I know, so I am no longer on the same side as you." After saying this, Martin raised his knife and chopped off the enemy's head.

Subsequently, the soldiers rescued the imprisoned peasant soldiers in an orderly manner.

"Sir Martin!"

"It's Chief Martin who's here to save us!"

"Sir Martin, you are finally here!"

Seeing his former subordinates now looking sallow and thin, Martin felt heartbroken, but he quickly calmed down because there were still many things waiting for him to deal with.

"Everyone, I don't know what you have been through these days, but it is my problem that I failed to save you."

"However, after this period of time, I finally saw clearly that the group of people above us are not worthy of being our commanders at all. They do not treat us as human beings at all, but simply treat us as statistics. tool!"

"So, I have decided that from now on, we will rise up and stop fighting with this group of people. We will protect our homeland in our own way. This group of people are just moths attached to our homeland and are not worthy of being with us. Together!”

After finishing this series of speeches, Martin asked the soldiers to take the scarred peasant army back to the camp where fortifications were being built.

When he returned to the military camp, Garibaldi, who was as slow as he was, also discovered that something was wrong.

The officer he sent to replace Martin today has not yet taken office. That army

Why did the team act without permission?

After checking the direction of the army's movement, Garibaldi realized something was wrong. He quickly mobilized the army to return to the defense. However, by this time, Martin had already led the army back to the camp, and the soldiers on the outside of the temporary defense line did not dare to attack. .

Moreover, after all, this army was also his former companion. Everyone spoke the same dialect and hoped that this matter was a misunderstanding between each other.

But this is not a misunderstanding.

Garibaldi came outside the military camp and called Martin's name inside.

"Is Sergeant Major Martin here? Please come out. We still have something to talk with each other."

When Martin heard this, he stood at the door of the military camp and looked at Garibaldi with a cold gaze, showing no intention of negotiating at all.

"Sergeant Martin, listen to me, this is all a misunderstanding. Hurry up and ask your troops to put down their weapons."

"And then you continued to take him away and torture him?" Martin said.

Upon hearing this, Garibaldi's face darkened.

"Martin, I'm not discussing with you, I'm asking you, I gave you a chance because you're a noble, don't miss it."

"Sorry, I won't listen to anything you say, after all, you never treat soldiers as human beings."

Martin said this, and began to persuade the Naples soldiers around him.

"Soldiers, your general, he held a banquet in the military tent on a cold winter night when you were suffering and freezing, eating fish and meat, and the wine he drank was also specially supplied by the rear. Do you know? If these personal enjoyments of his were replaced by your supplies, then each of you could have an extra piece of warm clothing and an extra piece of meat in every meal!"

When the soldiers around heard Martin's words, they looked at each other in surprise, and there was a hint of strangeness in their eyes when they looked at Garibaldi.

It was as if they were asking Garibaldi whether Martin's words were true.

"Asshole! Presumptuous! You're talking nonsense!" Garibaldi said this, and his eyes looking at Martin also changed.

"In short, there is no way to talk properly, right?! Okay, then you wait for death! Traitor who collaborates with the enemy!" Garibaldi said this and gave the order to attack.

After Garibaldi gave the death order, the two sides finally put aside their former companions' face and started a large-scale melee. In the melee, the sound of blood splashing between each other was endless.

Garibaldi looked at the defense line built by the enemy, and he just hoped that the battle would end soon. There were 30,000 people on his side, and they should be able to defeat them soon, so that the things he imagined would not happen.

On the other side, in the camp of the Antica coalition, Lit was sitting by the stove and warming himself by the fire.

Not far from her, Virgil was sitting at the table, looking at the battle reports of the past few days.

"Master Lit, why have you stopped these days? The Duke and the Empire are urging us. The main force will soon catch up with the vanguard. If we fight like this, the results will not be very good."

"We have captured a lot of positions. Everyone is tired. It's a good time to rest these days." Lit said this, not caring about the urging from the rear.

Compared with the desire for results, she believes that a qualified commander should let the soldiers under his command relax and work at a moderate level, so as to maximize the power of people.

"Besides, what if something happened to the other side during this period of time?"

"Master Litt, are you still thinking about that officer?"

"Well, his strength is not bad, and he should have been able to get along well in the Naples army, but he only got the title of commander of a cannon fodder unit. Obviously, either he offended someone or he didn't get along with these people."

"No matter which reason, he can be a breakthrough, right?"

"But there has been no news for so many days. What if he has been arrested, or he didn't even think about helping us?"

"No, don't worry, brother Virgil, I'm very good at judging people."

"Okay." Virgil nodded.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Report! There is a troop running over from Naples, claiming to have what you need, Commander Litt."

Virgil and Litt smiled at each other after hearing this.

"Look, I told you, I'm very good at judging people."

Then, Litt looked at the messenger.

"Then please give orders to all the troops immediately and tell them to hurry up. We can take Florence directly today."

"Eh? Today?"

"Well, thank you." Litt said politely.

...

The battle in the Naples army base camp has lasted for three hours. During these three hours, his army has continuously attacked the enemy from four directions, but the enemy's defense line has hindered his army's attack. At this point, the enemy looks like it can even last until tomorrow.

And at this time, the thing Garibaldi least wanted to see finally happened.

"General, look at the fire in the distance, what is that?"

Sure enough, at this moment, the fire has lit up in the distance. According to the naked eye, the distance from the fire to him is definitely no more than fifteen minutes.

In other words, if he can't solve the battle within fifteen minutes, the enemy will come.

The problem is that his current troops can't solve the battle within fifteen minutes!

He can only pray that the night will slow down the enemy's march.

But just as he was thinking this, countless balls of light suddenly appeared not far away and flew towards the main battlefield.

"It's over..." Garibaldi muttered to himself after seeing the appearance of these balls of light.

These balls of light are magicians' magic, flares.

As the name suggests, this is magic used to provide lighting for the army fighting at night.

According to the magician's own magic power, a flare in the air can illuminate tens to hundreds of square meters of ground, and the most powerful flare can even illuminate an entire city.

Although the quality of these flares in front of him is not high, they are large in number. After being scattered in the air, the light provided by the flares can last for a full three hours.

And ordinary armies don't need to use flares in night battles. There is only one type of troops that can never play their full role at night without flares.

That is the heavy cavalry.

Sure enough, the Black Army, Antica's elite force, had touched the periphery at some point, and with the help of the accompanying magicians, it lit up the entire battlefield.

In the middle of the battlefield, Martin shouted excitedly after seeing the flares suddenly rising in the sky.

"Reinforcements have arrived! Soldiers, our reinforcements have arrived!"

Hearing Martin's voice, the remaining soldiers also cheered up. Opposite them was Napoli's army. After hearing the enemy's so-called "reinforcements arrived," they immediately realized that the enemy was coming. .

He was now in a state of being attacked from both sides, which made the morale of the Napoli army, which was already low in morale due to attacks on his comrades, even lower. Coupled with Martin's previous verbal offensive, many soldiers felt a lot of disgust towards Garibaldi himself.

"I have been working so far, and my military salary is only two copper coins. If I put two arrows in front of the battle, I can be considered worthy of the general."

With this idea in mind, many people were frightened to death after seeing the enemy's heavy cavalry charging, and then immediately began to retreat.

It sounds nice to say that they are retreating, but with their current unorganized and undisciplined situation, most of them can only be regarded as a rout.

Garibaldi looked at the overwhelming defeat and felt regretful in his heart.

If I hadn't promoted Martin in the first place, there wouldn't have been so many disgusting things.

But now, the front line can no longer withstand it, and the top priority is to escape.

Thinking this, Garibaldi shouted loudly: "Adjutant, you are now responsible for holding the front line and covering my retreat!"

However, no one responded to him.

"Adjutant!?" Garibaldi shouted a few more times, and then he suddenly remembered that the adjutant seemed to have been responsible for delivering meals to Martin.

Then Martin has escaped now, which means that the adjutant...

In desperation, Garibaldi himself retreated first with the surrounding guards. The Napoli army, which lost its supreme commander, was directly defeated. It was unable to resist the Antican army for a long time before being defeated. .

At this moment, the adjutant Garibaldi was thinking about was shaking his legs, looking at Wirtz standing in front of him, his teeth still chattering.

"Um...Mr. Wirtz, no...Brother Wirtz, Grandpa Wirtz, if we have something to say..."

There was no other way. Now Wirtz rested for a while and regained his strength. He still had a long sword in his hand, while the adjutant had his hands tied to the chair behind his back and did not dare to move.

"Hey, now you realize who is the boss?" Wirtz said and laughed.

"Come, take a look. With all the scars on my body, how many were caused by you?"

"This... this is not my problem... I was also forced

Unfortunately, the general asked me to do this..."

"You brought out your general again, right?" Wirtz said, put down his sword, and punched the adjutant in the face.

The lean adjutant received this punch and was knocked over to the ground along with his chair.

"Grandpa Wirtz, please, if hitting me makes you feel better, hit me a few more times. It's best to take out all your anger on me."

The adjutant spoke almost in a pleading tone.

"Oh, are you also afraid of death? I saw that you seemed extremely angry when you were interrogating me?"