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August 6, 1666 (mday+127)
Jena Outer Front
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After making all preparations, the young captain rode past his army, with his hand on his command sword, pretending to be confident.
Only he knew that the fingers holding down the command sword were trembling slightly.
The music in the air repeats in a loop, and the shouts of death in the distance seem to have nothing to do with this place. This is Jena, the valley field filled with the aroma of wine, the battlefield where the soldiers of the Imperial Army and the Free Army killed each other. These people shed their blood to protect their daily lives.
The great carriage of history is twisting and turning, and the straw that is about to overturn it seems to be lurking here, lurking in the troops around him.
In front of his eyes, ten people stood in a row, ten rows of people stood in a company, and eleven companies formed the final reserve team. There are gaps in every square formation, and the shortage of troops is already quite obvious.
※The Third Provisional Battle Group has three battalions and eleven companies under its jurisdiction, with a strength of 1,230 troops and an actual strength of 970 troops.§
After receiving the order from Marshal Fox, the non-commissioned officers quickly organized the troops and reported to their new commander.
The captain jumped off his horse and slowly walked up to the command platform, feeling anxious. There was no need to count on his fingers. As a former combat staff officer, he also knew that the opponent should have at least 2,000 combat-effective troops, and the entire battle group only had 500 veterans and 500 recruits.
War is a morale contest between both sides. However, the pale aura of despair shrouded the army, and it seemed that it could be seen even without the magic-generated vision.
"Everyone of the Third Provisional Battle Group, I am Captain Neimen Solayton. Many of you know me."
He took a deep breath and began his own style of pre-battle speech: "Everyone! Don't you think it's too troublesome to call this number? It's both temporary and a battle group. It sounds like we will be wiped out at any time. ."
What he received in return was at least 970 surprised and sharp glances, perhaps including colleagues who were watching from the side but were not part of the military establishment.
Everyone＊s eyes seemed to be asking: ※What are you talking about?§
The imperial army with a history of thousands of years has many incredible traditions. For example, there will be many vacancies in the military number. For example, the horses of the cavalry will have special cuts on their manes, arrange the horseshoe nails in a special order, and will congratulate each other. The opponent's legs were broken during the battle. The Free Army does not have all kinds of huge superstitious traditions like the Imperial Army, but no one is willing to listen to depressing words.
"Change a name, everyone! Every glorious unit of the Free Army has their nickname, 'Republic Division', 'King Division', 'Double-Edged Sword Division'. Troops with nicknames may fail, but they It has never been completely wiped out.§
No, we cannot be completely wiped out. We will fight until we die. We want to return to our hometown alive. But these words don't sound very strong. The chemicals in his brain nervously combined with each other, and magical power shuttled through the gaps in the nerves. Naimen felt that his tongue seemed to be beyond the control of reason.
"Yes, just like me, we have never been wiped out and survived. Maybe we don't have any great achievements or extraordinary talents, and we are just ordinary people, but we have not been completely wiped out yet. , never! Yes, we all fought the same at Lenni, at V?tiburg, at Kengle, at Stilburg, at Jena, here! We are still alive , and stand in this crucial position! Shouldn＊t we have a unique title?§
He clenched his left hand into a fist and hit his left shoulder heavily, right above the dazzling medals and battle medals.
"We survived. You, me, you, us. Why did we survive and stand here?"
He scanned the whole place. The atmosphere gradually relaxed, and many veterans seemed to think of their relatives and hometown, and their expressions were not as surprised as before; some still stood at attention, but couldn't help but rub their hands on their muskets.
"It's for our relatives, lovers, friends and hometown, but not just for our relatives, lovers, friends and hometown. We have experienced so much blood and fire, and we can still survive and stand here, all for the sake of God. The mission entrusted to us! That decisive blow! We are lucky! We are not just the cold 'Third Provisional Battle Group', we are the lucky troops standing here for the final victory!"
He paused here deliberately and straightened his collar
"Think about everything you have gone through, they were not in vain! The world exists for us! We struggled to survive in the mud for this decisive blow, and we sacrificed our lives in the blood mist for this decisive blow. one strike!"
The name magically appeared in my mind. Yes, that's the name.
"We are the ultimate reserve team that exists for victory! We are 'good operations'!"
Naimen knows that it is useless to talk big words to these veterans. Only the words "survive" are true. In this era where war is about lining up to shoot each other, and strategy is about the collision of geometric figures, "good luck" is what these soldiers at the bottom long for most.
"We will definitely survive, reverse the outcome of this battle, and spread our good luck to the whole world!"
※ However, Naimen doesn＊t know how far these people can resist at the critical moment. The unit in his hand is the last reserve of the Jena army, but it may not be able to compete with the elite troops on the opposite side. After all, he did not command this force based on merit, prestige, or emotion. There were some soldiers he had led inside, but these soldiers alone could not boost the morale of the entire battalion.
Just throw down the dice and risk everything.
※Then, let＊s set off.§
He waved his hand and signaled Anne, the demon incarnation beside him, to raise the flag he had just brought. The marshal flag that had not yet been unfolded also caused a low exclamation. This is a completely beyond-level authorization and represents Marshal Fox's full trust in this team.
"This unique honor was promised to us by Your Majesty the Marshal! Go and win, everyone!"
The soldiers who were once farmers, businessmen, hired workers, and craftsmen clenched their weapons and set off towards the battlefield where their bones may be buried.
"Lower the suspension bridge!"
A simple suspension bridge passes over an equally simple trench. Compared with Fort Steele's multiple fortress defense lines, which were so luxurious that one had the urge to kneel down, these lines of defense were really not worth mentioning.
When digging these trenches and earthen walls, Naimen, as a supervising officer, felt that "it was enough." Now that he was a commanding officer, he felt that "it would have been better to dig more earth."
"With these lines of defense, I'm afraid we can't stop an army that's not afraid of sacrifice like the Governor's Brigade, right?"
It is necessary to stop the opponent before the tide of war is swept into the headquarters.
The command sword at his waist seemed to become heavier. Its hilt collided with the black revolver that he carried with him, making an annoying thumping sound, which sounded like his own heartbeat.
"The whole battalion forms a formation! The recruits stand back!"
The captain looked at the flags on the front line with fear.
At the end of the field of vision, his colleagues set up an indomitable frontal breakthrough phalanx, with only three battalions of the governor's brigade placed on the side to delay the turn. He was afraid that those flags would suddenly fall down without warning, and the neat phalanx would collapse into uncontrollable rivers of various colors.
"The spearmen's spear points should be facing outwards, leaving room for passage! Drag the magic cannon and organ volley to the predetermined position!"
He gave the order carefully, and used 400 people to set up a triangular formation with a thick center and thin wings, leaving several passages between the formations for possible rout troops to pass through.
The sound of enemy artillery gradually became sparse. This also means that the enemy no longer feels the need for such strong artillery bombardment to deal with the Free Army's attack.
Naimen raised his head and looked at the magic beams of light flying in the air. Metty Crosso, who played the music, did understand what he meant, and the scale and effectiveness of the music were as he had commanded. He secretly planned his next move: "Don't collapse, give me some more time to organize defense."
He didn＊t know that unlike before, his opponent did not weaken the artillery strength this time in order to preserve artillery firepower.
"Miss Dinika, Your Highness the Princess. Half of our artillery has overheated and will explode if we reload it."
Hearing this report, the brown-haired girl touched her military cap and unconsciously began to rub her heels on the floor of the command podium.
The frontline seemed to have withstood the third round of attacks, but only just. She is Denika Viren, she commands this Feigota army, and she is responsible for every decision.
The girl sighed and asked: "How long can the Third Artillery Corps continue to shoot?"
"Five minutes at most, Miss. With the existing magic power of the artillery team, all artillery will enter the cooling time within a quarter of an hour. Unless all the people on the front line are withdrawn and let them use ice magic to cool the barrels"
The chief maid said a few words and then stopped. She knew this was an unrealistic idea. The frontal front is in a stalemate.In the past, the 7th Brigade, a miscellaneous army, had even brought its heavy equipment to the front line, but it was still fighting and retreating under the attack of the Free Army. To be fair, their combat effectiveness has improved a lot compared to the last offensive war, but it is still not enough.
Far from enough. Withdrawing the magicians from the front line, I am afraid that the entire front line will collapse immediately. By then, what will be the use of the Warlord Brigade breaking through the enemy's flank?
"What is that guy Sid doingfighting on the flanks for so long with no results? Are his military governor brigade useless?"
Hearing Her Royal Highness Princess Olia Hugh Coleman express the complaint that she did not dare to say, Denika nodded unconsciously and was about to agree when she suddenly heard a voice that only she could hear. A very light sigh.
It＊s Magia. That amazing shadow politician who still has strong judgment even if there is only a trace of his soul left, Magia Verri.
With Dinika＊s intelligence, she immediately understood the intention of this invisible companion.
At that moment, she felt that her first reaction was to blame the friendly forces in her heart, which was very shameful, no matter from any angle. She should have understood a long time ago that the only one she can rely on is herself, no matter which country she is in. She is not a born noble like Olya, so how can she not seize every opportunity to strengthen her reputation? Not to mention that in this situation, the result of any front line collapse would be the annihilation of the entire army.
"Now is not the time to blame them. Olia, and Miss Mara, our army needs your strength. Olia, you stay here to guard the command flag and artillery position for me, Mara, we are the same as last time Let＊s go fight side by side, and I＊ll treat you to steak when you come back.§
Denika tightened her arm armor and began to prepare spells to defend against stray bullets and scattering magic.
"Gather all the reserves of the entire brigade and prepare to go to the front line. Contact Mr. Nether as soon as possible and tell him that Denika von Feigota plans to date him under his command."
Hearing these words, the maids and female guards all laughed, and the pressure caused by the frontline battle seemed not to be so great.
Denika walked up to Mara, patted her shoulder, pulled out the silver revolver in her belt, and pointed it at the sky: "Fighter warriors! Follow me and Lord Silver Dragon!"
The chief maid was stunned, and reminded out of her duty: "We only have 1,500 people in the whole brigade, Miss〞〞"
Denica smiled slightly, raised her chin slightly, and her voice became loud enough for everyone to hear: "I know. Conti defeated 40,000 people with 500 people in the last war, and Krad once defeated 40,000 people in the last war. The Far East relied on a thousand Western Tang soldiers to defeat 70,000 cavalry. We now have 1,500 people, don't we?"
She was satisfied to see that this sentence had the desired effect. The soldiers of the core commando team clenched their fists, their eyes full of eagerness.
I don＊t know who was the first to shout: ※Long live the Principality of Feigota! Long live the eldest lady of Feigota!§
The cheers are contagious. The slogans are spread to the outside layer by layer, getting shorter and shorter, but becoming more powerful as they spread.
"Long live the Principality of Feigota! Long live the eldest lady!" "Long live the eldest Miss Feigota!" "Long live the Principality of Feigota! Feigota!" "Missy! Missy!" "Long live! Long live! Long live!"
People were shouting wildly, as if they were venting their dissatisfaction with the fighting situation on the front line. The Free Army's momentum was discouraged, and the 7th Brigade regained its position.
"It's a pity that I only know the war cases of the Free Army It would have been nice if he had also talked about the imperial army."
Danica couldn＊t help but think of the boy who told her every night about the Free Army battle cases he read from the library. When Soledon spoke, she listened only out of politeness, but fortunately her natural memory allowed her to note down things that seemed useless at the time.
What is he doing in the Free Army now?
She stopped thinking so much and just raised the gun in her hand again.
"follow me!"
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At this moment, Nemen Solayton was quietly looking at the battlefield through the monocular telescope.
He watched as the black flags of the Overseer Brigade dug heavily into the flags of the attacking troops from the flanks, and several of his own front lines began to shake.
He watched as the Free Army, which had a numerical advantage, awkwardly arranged a second line of defense and barely withstood the enemy's offensive.
He watched as Feigota's brigade launched a general assault, cutting off the second line of defense from the flanks and triggering a massive retreat.
He watched as the retreat turned into a rout, and rows of new recruits on the right dropped their weapons and began to turn around and run.
He watched as the flags of the Feigota Brigade and the Warlord Brigade merged together, and there was no longer any chance that the situation would turn into a victory.?? signs.
Captain Solayton gave up the last trace of luck and issued the order.
"Unfold the battle flag!"
Demon Annie, who was standing behind him, lowered the flag from her shoulders but did not unfold it: "Are you coming or am I?"
Naimen reached out his hand without hesitation and took the flagpole of the battle flag. This is the moment he puts his life and all his luck on the line. This is his honor.
"It's quite heavy." The devil incarnate reminded him kindly.
The flagpole is indeed very heavy, but it can barely be held. His hands were shaking uncontrollably. While admiring the powerful power of the devil, he firmly inserted the flagpole into the ground, and with a flick of his wrist, he let go of the rope that tied the flag.
What then floated in the air was a red flag that was riddled with bullet holes and half burned off, without any eye-catching patterns on it.
Previously, everyone thought that this force of less than a thousand people was an ordinary reserve force, but when the flag was unfurled, all eyes were immediately attracted.
※Isn＊t that flying flag the Marshal of the Republic＊s ＆Flag of Freedom＊?§
More than one person was talking to himself, his eyes widening in surprise.
During the First Freedom War, this "Freedom Flag" flew over Rennie for seventy-three days. As a symbol of the Free Army, it was passed from one marshal to the next. The original flag has long since decayed, but the distribution of bullet holes and the broken edges left by burning were inherited by every subsequent marshal flag. The lines on the Free Army emblem also came from the broken edges of this flag.
It is not the military flag of the Free Army, nor is it an ordinary command flag, but it is a glorious flag that can only be used by the Marshal of the Republic. Its fluttering means that the last hero of the Free Army, the cunning fox of Kengel, has arrived on this battlefield.
Naimen held on to the battle flag and felt a little dizzy. He had the illusion that he was holding the entire Free Army in his hands.
Marshal Conti Fox fought from the Third War of Freedom to this fifth war. No one can count the number of bitter and vicious battles he fought in his life. Although it is just a flag, it is power, hope and the backbone of the Free Army.
Seeing this flag raised, some officers were so ashamed that they shed tears: "Because we escaped from the battle, are we going to force you to come out and reorganize the team yourself, Your Excellency?"
"Maybe the soldiers don't know it clearly, but the officers all know that using the general reserve force to reorganize the broken troops is a dangerous decision. Once the broken troops break through the square formation, the spears and muskets will completely lose their due power, and the chain of command will be completely broken. For these people the marshal actually put up his last battle flag!
The momentum of the Free Army's retreat stopped. The officers stopped and regretted their cowardice. More than one person stood up, and shouts of "Array with me as the center!" came and went.
The Free Army, which was about to completely collapse just now, actually cheered up and regrouped with the encouragement of this flag!
Several companies that had collapsed saw the flags in the distance and subconsciously stopped. They turned around and launched a suicidal countercharge towards the advancing imperial army, buying time for those who escaped with their lives. The soldiers who had lost their weapons in panic also slowed down and began to look around to find some weapons to rejoin the front line.
What officer has not secretly wished that his flag would have this effect? What officer wouldn＊t want to be the true owner of this flag?
Naimen shook his head, stopped admiring those desperate heroes, and quietly put away his unrealistic fantasies. Survival is the most important thing. There is only one way to survive on the battlefield: kill all enemies who try to kill you.
He held the flagpole tightly and began to issue the order that he had prepared long ago and recorded in the magic stone: "Go around this flag and rearrange! Go around this flag and rearrange!"
In fact, without his order, the soldiers would start to regroup when they saw this flag.
The soldiers of the Free Army who retreated from the front line gasped and stopped, looking at the headquarters officers who had deployed the reserve team here urgently.
"Most of the soldiers who retreated were empty-handed or holding unusable muskets. Even among the officers, there were many who threw away their swords and pistols. Some extreme guys even threw away their armed belts and military ranks containing potions and spell materials. But under the banner of this marshal, even a coward will be inspired to have some courage and clench his fists again.
※Then they will see the person who will give them orders. Mountains of all kinds of old and new muskets, spears, swords, and shields were piled on the ground, piled up around this guy, blocking the way to retreat.
"Report your military rank and unit! According to company and unitReorganize the team in the place of origin! All reorganized, repeat, all reorganized! This is the order of the Marshal! "
The order people were repeating came from the mouth of a staff officer.
The defeated soldiers saw the young captain standing alone under the battle flag, holding the marshal's flag alone. He had the rank of captain on his shoulders, the identification mark of the General Staff on his arm, and his chest was covered with medals and battle medals. He was standing on the small slope with the military flag, as if he was participating in a victory parade. Same.
Young people who are not afraid of death, many people think so. Didn't he see the fate of the frontline officers?
But it is undeniable that this move is very effective against rout troops. When they saw the marshal's flag and the officers who had not taken off their full set of identification badges, their panic gradually lessened. Yes, it seems that all the officers are not dead yet, and the marshal is still very confident. Why do we still want to escape?
"Evacuate the wounded soldiers! Those whose weapons have been lost or damaged will receive new ones here!"
With this flag, this attire, this conspicuous position, and the posture he stood there, he was simply demonstrating to the enemy commanders. Demonstrate to Sid.
"The enemy's last reserve, the Feigota Brigade, has moved! Within thirty minutes, we will counterattack! Rest now!"
Naimen roared at the top of his lungs, and all his magic officers, command officers, temporary officers, non-commissioned officers and veterans also repeated his orders.
Everyone knows that when the army collapses, every minute is important, and whoever is faster wins. If the Imperial Army's pursuit troops attack first, everyone will die on this land; if they regroup their defeated troops first, they may even regain this lost victory!
To his surprise, the enemy did not take advantage of the situation to attack, but stopped two hundred meters away, allowing the magicians, sniper musketeers and artillerymen on both sides to conduct long-range shooting without causing too many casualties.
On the enemy's center left, that is, in the direction of his center right, the two command flags came together: the Fegotas' and the Ministry of Security's.
"What do you think of the other party's stay?" Although he knew that it was not Anne next to him, but the incarnate demon summoned by Anne, Naimen still asked this question.
The creature with the appearance of a beautiful girl shrugged: "If you look at it from the perspective of demonic strategy the interpretation of this behavior is 'they are confident that they can break our necks'."
Naimen＊s thirst for knowledge flared up again: ※If there is a chance later, can we discuss the issue of demonic strategy?§
"I'm not very good at it, you can ask my summoner. When I negotiated, I found that she had relevant knowledge in her mind, but she refused to use it to pay the bill."
In the imperial array opposite, the two commanders were also talking.
"This time our Security Department owes you a favor, Miss." Sid took his time and wiped off the blood stains on the staff on his right arm, chatting with Dinika who had just arrived, "In the future, the Security Department will definitely In return.§
Danica did not show her anxiety on her expression or tone: "Sir, do you think we should continue the attack? If the Free Army regroups, we will have to face another fierce battle."
"Before that they should be the side that has the strategic advantage, right? Our follow-up troops were intercepted."
"That's right." Of course Denika also knew the current situation, "They were intercepted by their high-level mages."
Sid pointed to the marshal's flag in the distance: "However, if this is true, why is Fox still fighting so desperately? Judging from the flag, this is the opponent's last reserve team. If I were to command, I would rely on Hold on to the camp until the battle is dragged into the street fighting stage. Blenheim's Free Army certainly has the advantage, and they can return to support after victory."
Danica was stunned. "I guess you don't mean to say, 'Our troops are not being held back by them, this is all a ploy by this minister to paralyze the opponent', right?"
"That's a good joke." Sid smiled slightly, "Of course, there is still a possibility. Krad's army has been wiped out by the Fegotans. They knew they had no backup, so they fought desperately. Do you believe it, Big Miss?"
"If Krad's army was so easy to deal with, we should have won this war long ago." Denika thought for a moment, "What if they knew that the southern front couldn't hold back our army?"
Sid touched the staff in his right hand and replied: "If I had not fought against the opponent, I would probably come to the same conclusion as you. I believe that even if the opponent only has that one mage, we will not be able to maintain the supply line normally."
"This is so unreasonable," Danica became more and more confused, "UnlessIt＊s Conti Fox and the entire Free Army in Jena who don＊t even know that the southern front has been cut off"
"That's it, they don't know."
Sid nodded to Denika.
"After eliminating all the impossibilities, this is the truth. That woman on the southern front, she had a reason not to let them know. And I know who she is."
Danika noticed that when saying this, the pale left hand of the security minister seemed to be clenched tightly. Everyone knew that the Minister of Safety had lost his left hand in a recent accident, but no one knew what kind of accident it was.
Only he himself knows. The other party was an old enemy that he would eventually fight against, a woman a hundred times more terrifying than Maggie Verley. She is the most terrifying woman he has ever seen, and among all the enemies of the Minister of Security, she can also be ranked fourth in this terrifying position.
"Once the opponent's marshal flag falls, you launch a general attack." Sid activated his magic cloak and let the light of defensive magic envelope his body. "It will be useless even if Conti Fox reorganizes the team."
Sid will no longer be as arrogant as before. Nor would he fight her again until Pluto Luther returned to his own army from the southern front.
Facing a magician who is stronger than himself, he will prepare everything, face her in perfect condition, and conquer that terrifying and powerful soul. Then, he can fulfill his wish and receive the territory he deserves.
※No one can stop me in Jena now. I will take down that flag〞〞§
To Danika＊s ears, Sid Naser＊s voice was as cold as ice. Even though she was under the scorching sun in midsummer, she could still feel the unconcealable chill.
"To end this war."
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