Chapter 448

As the adjutant of the general, when had he ever suffered such grievances in the army?

Therefore, after getting the opportunity to interrogate Wirtz, the adjutant could be said to have done everything possible, completely interrogating in the form of torture.

However, before he kicked his foot down, he was stopped by Martin.

"What? You want..." Before he finished speaking, Martin directly chopped his neck with a knife, making him unconscious.

The remaining two soldiers were about to attack, but Martin quickly pulled out the adjutant's sword and killed them both.

After that, Martin tied the adjutant to a chair, helped Wirtz to the wall, and stuck his head out of the military tent to take a look at the situation outside.

Although there were soldiers on duty outside, they were far away from him, so the movement here was not noticed by them.

After confirming safety, Martin returned to the room and looked at Wirtz by the wall.

At this moment, Wirtz also recovered a little strength. He glanced at Martin and smelled the blood in the air. He knew what happened and sighed helplessly.

"Martin, what you did is equivalent to betraying the army..."

"It's okay, such people are not worthy of loyalty." Martin said this and shook his head.

Even if the army treated him as a human being instead of a ruthless consumable, he would be willing to die for the land under his feet, but the army just didn't treat him as a human being, nor did they treat his brothers as human beings.

They had to attack him on a trumped-up charge and beat his brothers into a mess. Is such an army worthy of his loyalty?

Garibaldi and his adjutant's attitude towards him always made Martin think of the duel in the snow that day.

Compared with them, Litt made him feel more like an ally.

"In that case..." Wirtz half-breathed and looked at Martin.

"The brothers are still in the barracks... the place where we stayed before... rescue them... they are innocent."

"I can't go with you now, I am a burden, you put me here, give me a sword, I can protect myself when someone comes, you... go quickly, the later, the more brothers will suffer."

"I know." Martin nodded, then took out a sword from the body of the guard next to him and handed it to Wiltz. Wiltz held the sword and smiled.

"Hey, a man should hold this thing." With this, Wiltz motioned Martin to go quickly.

Before Martin went out, he looked at Wiltz deeply again, and then sneaked out.

The soldiers in charge of guarding the door did not expect Martin to slip away, so they let him go without any defense.

After all, when the adjutant came in, in order to prevent his voice of abusing Martin from being heard, he deliberately asked the guards not to patrol around here recently.

Martin climbed over the wall nimbly.

At this moment, he was not wearing armor, so the noise when he moved was much smaller, and the cold replaced it.

However, no matter how biting the cold was, Martin's blood could not be cooled. He marched forward in the cold wind and came to the camp of the army he was currently leading.

Although Garibaldi promoted Martin to a position to lure the tiger away from the mountain, Martin, who set an example everywhere during this period of time, did win the trust of the soldiers, so that when he came back, none of the soldiers went out to report the news, but took the initiative to stand guard at the door to help Martin keep it secret.

Back in the barracks, Martin immediately summoned all his soldiers. He stood on the martial arts stage, looked at the soldiers below, and told them about his experience during this period.

"Next, I don't know what you will think, but these days, I have regarded you as my brothers and sisters. I respect any action you take. It's up to you whether you follow me and rescue the suffering comrades, or just watch, or go to inform on them."

Martin is gambling.

Even if I could break into the original military camp by myself, it would be very difficult to rescue everyone who had been tortured for a long time, exhausted or even dying.

But if the soldiers who had been with me day and night these days were willing to help me, then I would obviously be much more relaxed.

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

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

At this time, among the soldiers, a sergeant took the lead and shouted loudly: "The commander treats us well on weekdays, we all see it in our eyes. Today's incident is definitely not the commander's fault. Let's do it with the commander!"

Once one person said it, a group effect was generated, and many people followed suit.

"We did it with the commander!"

"Okay! Then let's start rescuing our comrades now!"

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

An action force of 5,000 people would naturally easily attract attention, and it was not realistic to send out all of them. Martin only led 500 people for this operation, and the rest stayed on standby in the barracks. According to Martin's idea, they would need to hold on in the barracks for a while, so the remaining soldiers were reinforcing the fortifications.

But the collective action of 500 people was also watched by many people. Fortunately, Martin was not the first to take the lead in this action, but mixed in the crowd, so no one recognized Martin and did not suspect him.

When he came to the outside of the military camp where the peasant army was imprisoned, Martin ordered his troops to quickly take over the armed guards outside.

There were only a little over 100 guards outside. When facing 500 well-trained soldiers, a force of this size would definitely not be able to resist. They were obediently confiscated their weapons, and there was no one to inform them.

Martin led his men into the tent. At this moment, the tent had been transformed into a prison. In the prison, several interrogators were interrogating a soldier. Seeing Martin and others come in, the interrogator looked at them in confusion.

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

Before he finished speaking, he was knocked to the ground by Martin's punch, and then his companions beside him were subdued one after another.

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

"Save them? They are suspected of collaborating with the enemy. If you save them, you will be guilty of the same crime. Do you know that?!"

"Of course I know, so I am not in the same group with you now." After saying this, Martin raised his sword and cut off the enemy's head.

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

"Captain Martin!"

"Captain Martin is here to save us!"

"Captain Martin, you are finally here!"

Looking at the pale and thin faces of his former subordinates, Martin felt a pang of heartache, but he immediately 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 I was not able to save you, it's my fault."

"But after this period of time, I have seen clearly that the people above us are not worthy of being our commanders. They don't treat us as human beings at all, but simply as a tool for statistics!"

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

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

When they returned to the barracks, Garibaldi, who was slow, also found that something was wrong.

The officer who was sent to replace Martin today has not yet taken office, so why did the army act on its own?

After inquiring about the direction of the army's movement, Garibaldi realized that something was wrong. He quickly pulled the army back to defend, but at this time Martin had already led the army back to the camp, and the soldiers on the periphery did not dare to attack the temporary defense line.

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 was not a misunderstanding.

Garibaldi came to the outside of the barracks and called Martin's name inside.

"Is Sergeant Martin here? Please come out, we still have something to talk about."

Martin heard this and stood at the door of the barracks, looking at Garibaldi with a cold look, with no intention of negotiating at all.

"Sergeant Martin, listen to me, this is all a misunderstanding, you quickly let your troops lay down their weapons."

"And then you continue to arrest and torture them?" Martin said.

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 with your supplies, then each of you could have an extra piece of warm clothing and a small 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 face as companions 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 hoped that the battle would end soon. There were 30,000 people on his side, and they should be able to defeat them quickly, 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, 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 in large numbers. 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 kind of troops that can never play their full role at night without flares.

That is the heavy cavalry.

As expected, Antica's elite black army had touched the periphery at some point, and with the help of the magicians accompanying the army, they lit up the entire battlefield.

In the center of the battlefield, Martin saw the flares suddenly rising in the sky and shouted excitedly.

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

Hearing Martin's voice, the remaining soldiers also perked up. On the contrary, the Naples army, after hearing the enemy's so-called "reinforcements have arrived", they immediately realized that the enemy had arrived.

I am now in a state of being attacked from both sides, which makes the morale of the Naples army, which had already attacked its comrades and had low morale, even lower. In addition to Martin's previous verbal offensive, many soldiers have developed a lot of disgust with Garibaldi himself.