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August 7, 1666 (mday+128)
Jena? General Staff of the Free Army
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It took all night to receive the surrendered troops from the Empire.
During the surrender process, an elite regiment of the Governor's Army Brigade suddenly launched an attack and broke through the encirclement against orders. This unexpected night battle exhausted everyone and caused considerable losses.
The hundreds of additional wounded and prisoners of war made the officers and soldiers of the Free Army very anxious. Lopez drew more patrols from his own troops, alerting them to possible counterattacks. He estimated that one or two thousand imperial soldiers took advantage of the chaos and disappeared into the hills near Jena. If you add in the previously defeated outpost magic troops, there may be about 3,000 imperial skirmishers near Jena, which is a moderate threat.
"We accepted the surrender of the last four companies and five hundred and ten enemies, sir." A dwarf lieutenant of the Krad Artillery Unit reported, "In addition, we have not been able to discover the whereabouts of Sid Naser."
"As expected, let him be. It's difficult to catch a high-level mage."
General Claude Lopez issued the last order and extinguished the torch in his hand: "Use reserves to maintain pressure on the surrounding areas. There will be no fighting today, just do your job."
The officers of the Western General Army scattered and ran towards their original positions.
The general glanced at the rising sun and walked into the temporary tents of the staff headquarters that had just been set up. The old staff headquarters and half of the barracks were blown up in yesterday's artillery battle, and the engineering team built new ones overnight.
The officers on the morning shift have not yet gotten up, and the officers on the night shift are still outside directing operations and taking in prisoners of war. Now he is the only one in the General Staff of the Free Army. Cradd walked through several curtained doors, sat down behind his desk, and began issuing orders. After completing his work, he did not call the messenger to come, but walked out with the large stack of documents and threw them on the desks of various staff officers. The admiral looked at his watch and saw that it was not yet breakfast time. He stretched happily and walked back to his tent.
"You still owe me an explanation, Krad."
The gray-haired old Marshal Conte Fox was sitting in his seat, waiting for him. There is a bottle of freshly opened red wine on the table, exuding the unique earthy aroma of new red wine.
"Wait until you finish this bottle and drink mine. You must have never drunk this kind of distilled wine." Krader put his hand into his arms and magically took out an exquisite porcelain bottle, "Authentic Western Tang Dynasty official kiln green Porcelain vase, Daqu, the guardian of the official cellar sealed with wax for seventeen years."
"Although I don't understand it, it feels like a very cultural wine. Without this battle, the Jena area should be able to produce such a bar?"
Krad picked up the wine glass and poured himself a drink: "The vines have also been burned to the ground. But as long as the roots are still there, we can graft them on."
"We were almost burned to the ground." Fox smiled, "Is that what you think, that's why you left the reserve team in Jena, General Lopez? I didn't receive a notice from the Western General Army."
The edge of words is like a sword.
Lopez looked normal and began to explain while standing: "This matter starts with the unreliable self-propelled gun. Did you know that the breakdown rate of this thing is as high as two times every 100 kilometers? 70% of self-propelled guns are inherently It was impossible to reach the northern front, so I just left them nearby. In order to protect these weapons, I left a third of the troops, but I didn't expect that they would come in handy"
"It's a pity that the emperor doesn't know this, right?" The marshal continued to smile, and suddenly changed his tone, "I have only one question. From the beginning, have one third of your elite troops directly under you ever left?"
The admiral suddenly stopped narrating and took a deep breath. He shook his head: "Here from the beginning."
"Waiting here?"
"Wait here."
"No notice, no signal, no document, no messenger?"
"No notice, no signal, no document, no messenger."
"Even when we almost collapsed, your troops were here?"
Krader nodded slowly.
"There is nothing wrong with holding the reserve team in hand, but don't you realize that this is a very dangerous plan?"
The Fox of Kengel played with the wine glass in his hand, stared at the slightly sunken arc, and continued to ask.
Lopez drank all the wine in his hand: "I believe you can hold the camp. If I misjudge the timing, it's because of my lack of ability; if I can't turn the timing into victory, it's because of my lack of calculation. Still Good?None of this happened. "
"Is this your way to be a general?"
"This is my way of being a general. I never doubt my decision, no matter what the situation."
"Excessive confidence is arrogance, Admiral."
"The staff of the Western General Army also believe that you and your officers can hold on. In fact, if it were not for the Silver Dragon, we would not have needed to act in this battle. We not only saw the opportunity. We chose the opportunity."
"You chose your time." Conti Fox murmured to himself, staring into Crad's eyes: "I have heard of you more than ten years ago. Whether it is in the military academy or at the border, people are spreading rumors. 'If things continue like this, Claude Lopez will one day become the Marshal of the Free Army.'"
The middle-aged general＊s eyes were full of determination.
"When you left the army, many people celebrated."
Fox stood up, raised his glass, and tilted it. The red translucent liquid quietly flowed out of the wine glass and spilled onto the ground.
※Okay, I heard your explanation, Lopez.§
Krad＊s shoulders trembled slightly and he did not answer.
"I think the day has come when you pay the price for your actions."
Marshal Conti Fox took off his military cap and placed it on the table.
"From now on, the entire Free Army field force will be handed over to you. I will follow the advice of the staff group and escape back to the safety of Lenny." The old marshal looked like he was relieved, "Further on It will no longer be my responsibility.§
Krad slowly picked up the military cap, as if the military cap had the weight of iron: "This is really a heavy price."
"Go and win, Marshal Lopez."
"I obey your orders, Your Excellency."
Conti Fox picked up the celadon bottle from the table: "As a price, I will take this bottle of wine. What is its name? My grandson will like this wine."
"Please wait for the good news in Lunni." The new marshal who completed the largest encirclement in history replied.
After watching the old marshal leave, Claude Lopez sat back in his seat, covered his face with the marshal's military cap, and closed his eyes.
His fingers were tapping on the table at high speed unconsciously. He didn't know whether it meant excitement or fear.
Everything in the memory is replayed in front of my eyes uncontrollably. He passed through so many battlefields, from the west to the east, and from the east to the west again. The motherland and dreams, perseverance and courage, future and hope, everything, everything, ultimately stays in this military rank.
"Marshal Claude Lopez of the Free Army".
He finally sat in this position.
Sitting in this position of directly commanding the 180,000 regular and irregular troops under the republics.
Sitting in this position that has been used by countless famous generals to prove themselves.
From this position he will save his country or destroy it.
With the sound of the curtain being lifted, an officer walked into the tent, freeing the new marshal from his memories.
"Your Excellency? I have some questions about the order you just issued."
Krad put down his military cap and straightened his sitting posture: "Captain Naimen Solayton. It's already the morning shift. What can I do?"
Naimen hesitantly placed the order book in his hand on the table: "Your Majesty General, I personally have questions about this order."
"Don't be so trembling, our hero. Stand up straight and straighten your back." Krader picked up the order book, "Is there anything wrong with this order? The army you have raised will be a permanent force. The establishment is still under your command. The official designation is the 2nd ** Battalion of the 1st Republic Division, Qiang Yun. It will exist permanently like the 1st ** Battalion, Guangfu, until the end of the Free Army."
Naimen coughed twice. His tone was full of confusion and confusion: "Youyou know I'm not talking about the first page."
Cradd turned the page. "Is it a decision to deal with the prisoners? I think there is no problem."
The following content was written in dazzling red letters on the first page: "Olivia Hugh Coleman, the first princess of the empire, prisoner of war, first-level security, detained pending exchange."
Naimen's tongue gradually became sharper: "No. You know who I am talking about. I saw your signature, and I can't understand it."
Krader turned to the second page, turned the order over, and placed it in front of Naimen.
"I still feel that there is no question"??. "
On the second page, there is a line like this -
"Dinica Viren von Feigota, the same rank as the Marquise, first-level security, treason, death penalty."
Naimen gritted his teeth and retorted: "I cannot accept this order. I need an explanation."
"The princess who holds the actual military rank can be regarded as a brigadier general. We failed to capture Sid Nasser, so the imperial prisoners of war are led by her."
"You know what kind of explanation I want." Naimen lowered his voice, "Even if this is a secret But she is your daughter, Your Excellency."
Krad＊s tone paused: ※I don＊t have a daughter. Don＊t mention this matter again.§
"You know, she is Danica! She is Danica Lopez! She is your biological daughter, Your Excellency! You have no daughter, so do you still remember your wife?"
Naimen suddenly stopped talking. Before he knew it, he found himself yelling at the supreme commander, clapping his palms on the table.
The middle-aged marshal was looking into his eyes and smiling kindly. His eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts.
"Yes. This is the hero of our Free Army, the man who turned the tide in the defeated army in Jena, the 'strong operation' Neimen Soleton."
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency." Nai Men took two steps back, "I lost my composure."
Krader's finger lightly slid over the name: "Do you know how many casualties of the Free Army officers and soldiers this Marquise Denica von Fegota caused, Captain?"
"I know, Your Excellency. But she is still your daughter."
"Denica Viren von Feigota is not an ordinary prisoner of war. She is a magician and a citizen of the Republic. It is treason for a citizen of the Republic to assist the enemy."
"But treason does not necessarily require the death penalty. She is not a soldier, never has been, and military law cannot be applied."
Krad＊s eyes did not waver. He just sighed.
"Are you suggesting that I issue a special order to pardon a traitor who has the blood of our comrades on his hands, Captain?"
Naimen＊s eyes were a little moist. He secretly rubbed his eyes with his hands. "This is not a pardon, just another chance. She should have the chance to choose her own life. She hasn't even started to choose yet!"
※There are some things in life that you cannot choose.§
Krad stood up and walked a few steps in the tent. The unbearable silence.
"Just like she can't choose her parents, I can't choose my daughter. Once you make a wrong choice, you will be responsible for it. If I forgive him, who can forgive me?"
"Your Mightiness〞〞"
Krader sat back heavily in his chair and turned his back.
"I went to the celebration party last night." Krad changed the topic and seemed to start talking about something unrelated. "At that celebration party, your magical good luck and cockroach-like vitality were the most talked about things. Most things.§
The marshal picked up his marshal hat and put it on his face. Naimen noticed for the first time that his military cap was different, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"And I heard more than one person there say, 'If things continue like this, Nemen Thoredon will one day become Marshal of the Free Army.' Follow the orders, Captain."
Naimen quietly saluted a military salute, picked up the order, and turned it back.
When he raised the door curtain, he heard Krader's low voice.
"I didn't guess this ending. I once thought that you would be my son-in-lawI still think so now."
That powerful and magnetic voice in the past seemed a little hoarse.
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Captain Solayton returned to his camp with the documents. Several nearby officers' camps were plowed by Fegotas' artillery, causing damage ranging from family photos to looted trophies. His tent was lucky enough to escape the disaster, but there was nothing in it to begin with.
Naimen opened his luggage and rummaged through it for paper and pen. He remembered that there was still some fireproof paper left after copying the scroll last time, and there should be a new can of enchanting ink. He found his official seal ring again. This seal ring was given to him when he was promoted to captain. Because it was too formal, he had not used it yet.
Naimen cut two paragraphs from the rolled parchment and began to write on the seal: "If something happens to me, Captain Naimen Solayton, please forward this document to Lieutenant Anne Seifer."
He picked up another one, processed it in the same way, and put the matching seal with the seal ring.
The content of the letter is also very simple: "Annie, please help me take care of Qiang Operations. Those are the people I dragged to the battlefield."??is the most trustworthy officer I know. "
She should also be the officer who can live the longest, he thought, and copied it again.
After finishing writing, Naimen sealed the letter with wax, put one volume on the table, and put the other volume in his coat pocket. He took off his medals and collar badges, folded his cloak and put it in the suitcase that every officer had. He took out the shoulder straps from his second lieutenant era from the compartment of the suitcase and put them in his coat pocket. He returned to the table, picked up the order book, opened the second page, looked at it, and closed it again. As if he was about to go to war, he put on his military uniform, put on his armed belt, hung up his pistol, and stuffed the new test tube of medicine into the inner pocket.
He walked out of the door and left the Jena army camp. The road passed Mete Croseau's camp, where a large number of leisurely soldiers who were not on duty were gathered. Naimen stopped and inquired, and learned that the beautiful girl musician had not gotten up yet, and that the ticket price for the afternoon consolation performance had been increased to three bottles of red wine or one bottle of distilled liquor. He shrugged, did not go in, turned around and walked towards the river.
The camp where the most dangerous prisoners of war are held is located in a medium-sized building on the banks of the King's River. There is no prison in Jena. The building was originally the city hall. It was temporarily used as a prisoner of war camp after a full set of detection arrays were installed.
"Captain Solayton, thank you for your hard work. Are you here to interrogate the prisoners of war?" A sergeant at the door greeted him warmly after saluting the military salute.
※In the entire Jena army, there are not many people who don＊t know Captain Neimen Soleton. People enthusiastically told the story of the brave young man who accepted the Marshal's secret order and turned the tide in Jena. At the celebration banquet last night, there was an endless stream of officers coming from various departments of the Western General Army. They held their wine glasses high and drank boldly. Although there are not many female officers, their drinking capacity is even more amazing, and their toasts are more difficult to refuse. Even now, Neimen seems to feel that the hangover is affecting his ability to think.
"Yeah." Naimen nodded and showed the document.
The sergeant glanced twice and gave him the whole bunch of keys: "You want to go to the women's prison? The most dangerous ones are there. The right corridor is deepest."
Naimen walked quickly through the rooms that were originally the city hall. Regional councilors have their own offices here, and these heavily protected offices can be converted into prisons. Several sentries were set up, traps were redirected, and warning arrays were laid out layer after layer. Theoretically, each senior spellcaster should be held in solitary confinement and wear handcuffs and shackles that restrict the effect of the spell; but this time there were too many senior officers and spellcasters captured, and there were not so many rooms to hold them in solitary confinement. The Jena Army captured three entire brigade-level units at once. Together with the previously defeated Rasta detachment, the total number of captured mages and priests exceeded one hundred.
"Ah, Captain Solayton. Interrogation work?" When we reached the depths, of course there was another sentry. This time the guard was a magic officer, a lieutenant whom Naimen knew, from the Western General Army.
"Notify the work. There are several people who need to be interrogated." Naimen raised the order book in his hand, "Someone has to do the annoying work. How did you make this place so crowded that it looks like the dormitory of the witches at Rennie University? Not to mention the mess, four or five young girls can fit into one room."
"Forget it. Fortunately, you didn't really catch Sid Naser or the Silver Dragon yesterday. If you had, we would have died without a burial place." The lieutenant took the order and glanced at it roughly. While signing, he complained, "The female prisoner of war camp is better here. The male prisoner of war camp rioted last night, and the second division used artillery to destroy half of the church before suppressing it. They never dare to let these men gather again." Together, we had to make room for the female prisoners of war.§
Naimen took off the key from the wall himself: "You won't let the Marquise squeeze into a small office with others, will you?"
"We will let her live in a room with Her Majesty the Princess. This is the best treatment." The officer in charge of the guard smiled, "It's quite sexy, isn't it?"
"If you provide them with enough anti-magic means in accordance with the regulations, they should not be able to be charming." Naimen said with a smile and opened the lock of the heavy wooden door.
"Personally, I think the full set of anti-magic methods is quite attractive in itself -"
Closing the door, the sound from outside was blocked. The innermost room was originally the speaker's office. It was specially designed for confidential discussions and has very good sound insulation. He stepped over the anti-magic circle in front of the secretary's desk and opened the door to the back room with the key.
"After waiting for so long, you are finally here. It has been a whole day, and I thought I had been forgotten."
Dinika was still wearing the lavender general officer's uniform, and even the dirt and blood on it had not been removed. She huddled on the armchair in the deepest part of the office with a somewhat weird posture, showing an indifferent smile.
"Your Highness Orya even feeds me food! The majestic emperor?Princess, you have to feed others like a maid! You are also a captain in the Free Army. Don't you think this is a bit shameful? Loosen the shackles, I won＊t escape〞"
Olya, who was sitting at the table nearby, was not so excited. She waved her hands vigorously to Naimen, as if she wanted to defend: "Okay, Denika. It's okay to feed her. After all, we are prisoners of war."
Naimen looked at Denika. She had at least four pairs of anti-magic shackles on her body. The girl who was his childhood sweetheart now looked like an elegant black panther caught in a trap, with her hands tied behind her back and leaning on the armrest of the chair. There are two pairs of cuffs on the two arms behind the back, one pair of metal cuffs cuffing the wrists, and one pair of leather chain cuffs cuffing the upper arms. There are also two pairs on the legs, this time the metal one is on the ankle, and the leather one is on the calf. It was probably because of these shackles that she was tilted in the armchair. In contrast, Princess Olya, as a priest, was much freer. There were only two pairs of leather cuffs restraining her hands and feet respectively, and her hands were not cut behind her back.
He nodded secretly: The guy outside has good judgment. Denika is indeed much more dangerous than Olya.
"Okay. I know you must have something to do when you come here. What is written on the stack of things in your hand? What information do you need?" Denika's tone was full of impatience, "Tell me."
Naimen fell silent. He started circling the room, thinking about what to say.
"Wellthis is not an intelligence requirement. My commander〞〞you know who I'm talking about〞〞would like to know"
He stopped and took a deep breath.
"Are you really not going to look back, Denika?"
The brown-haired girl huddled up in the armchair, her lips slightly opened, her face red and white, and she didn't know how to answer. Her body twisted twice on the chair, as if she wanted to stretch out her hand, but was restrained by the shackles and unable to move.
Probably because he had misunderstood, Naimen looked a little excited: "Wellif you are willing to accept it, I can take you to the commander. He should give you another chance."
This time even Olya can＊t stand it anymore. The first princess of the empire coughed violently, as if she was choking: "Lieutenant! Although it is a bit abrupt, I still want to say that it is not possible to be like you! Facing a so-called request from a trapped lady, this Not a request, but a threat!§
"Is that so?" Naimen took out the key from his waist, "Then"
Denika twisted on the chair again: "That's enough, Olya, stop talking to this idiot. I can't move, you can beat him for me."
Naimen turned his head subconsciously. He saw Olya stand up unsteadily from the chair, lowered her head, and asked stammeringly: "Do you really, really want to fight?"
"Of course we have to fight. Do it."
Naimen suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and a cold feeling penetrated his whole body. His legs went weak, he struggled to take two steps forward, and fell weakly on Olya's shoulders.
Majia Veli, who had long green hair and was wearing an Imperial Army uniform, was standing behind him, with an icy blue light flashing on her right index finger.
After the princess took the key from Naimen, she carefully placed his body on the chair and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "We finally deceived it. It's really uncomfortable."
"Your play was not in vain, he really thought there were only two of us here." Majia, who actually took action, chuckled, "He didn't notice the attack from behind at all."
"It's hard for him to estimate that we have another hidden high-level mage who can use incorporeal magic to pass through walls," Denika originally wanted to say. But the words came out of his mouth as: "This idiot."
After Olia untied the shackles on her body, she came up to help her untie the shackles. Dinica stretched and suddenly screamed: "Ah my shoulder is stuck, it hurts"
The princess didn＊t know what to do for a moment, but Magia came up and helped her straighten her shoulders to their proper position. The three women gathered around the unconscious Naimon and began to work on the next step. Denika took off Naimen's military uniform, while Majia picked up the thick stack of orders and flipped through them quickly.
After reading a few lines, Majiya＊s movements slowed down. She took a deep breath and whispered: "You know, this young man came with the determination to die."
"I know." Denika bit her lip and replied. She was holding Naimen's parchment letter in her hand.
"Then do you know that he originally planned to let us go?"
"I know. This letter is for me to see." Danica smiled bitterly, "This guy took off all his medals and collar badges, leaving only the shoulder straps and this letter. Moreover,There are two sets of epaulettes, one for the second lieutenant and one for the captain. "
Princess Olya opened her eyes wide: "This is specially prepared for us, Denika."
"Assholes abuse good people"
※Don＊t jump to conclusions yet.§ Majia had already finished reading the stack of orders and stuffed the thick stack of papers into Denika＊s hands.
Danica looked down and browsed. The establishment of strong operations, the decision to deal with prisoners of war, the supply situation of the Free Army, the statistics of losses, the admission of prisoners, and
A death sentence for oneself. It bears her father's signature and seal.
"This bastard is a spoiler of good people."
Dinika repeated it again, unable to help but glance at Naimen lying on the chair with the corner of her eye. The captain, who had been stripped down to his shirt, rolled his eyes and lay there. The effect of the stun magic had obviously not faded.
"Are we going to wake him up?" Majia asked, "He should also cooperate with us."
"No need." Denika knelt down and took out the hidden knife from Naimen's military boots, "Sure enough, there is one."
She looked at Naimen＊s face. There was no suitable place to cut the knife, so she went around behind the chair and cut off a strand of hair and handed it to Magia.
"I know you can transform into magic, and the materials are enough." Dinica thought for a while, and then added, "This guy's actions must be in Clad Lopez's calculations, so we also need to come up with something." Just order some special weapons."
"Okay. This is indeed safer. So, I am the captain of the Free Army who is escorting you two -" Majia hesitated, "What is your name?"
"Lieutenant Naimen Solayton."
"Captain Naymen Solayton."
Denika and Olya spoke almost at the same time, looked at each other, and looked away at the same time.
"'This guy' is a combat staff officer, a frontline commander, and a hero of the Free Army. You remember it very clearly." Majia stared at the two of them, laughed "chi", shook her head and put on her resistant clothes. He put on his military uniform and straightened his hair, "What's next?"
"He will be discovered soon. Let's give up this identity and get a military uniform." Danica replied, "There is sufficient information in the documents he brought. We have an advantage."
"At eleven o'clock in the morning, Marshal Fox is going to Lenny. Organize guards to protect the portal leading to Lenny."
The two looked at each other and nodded.
"It would be a pity not to use the information he brought specially." Denika turned to Olya, "Then the three of us can set off?"
Denika nodded and put the handcuffs and shackles on herself again; while Olya shook her head.
"No. I'm not leaving."
The remaining two people stared at the Imperial Princess in astonishment.
"Judging from those documents, my life is not in danger if I stay. In the name of the honor of the Coleman family, I cannot let this good man be wronged."
"Wait a moment〞〞"
Denika was about to say something, but Majia held her shoulders and shook her head: "This is your choice, Your Highness. From our point of view, it is obviously much safer for two people to escape than three people. wish all the best."
"Yeah." Olya nodded.
"Let's go." Majia dragged Denika, who still wanted to say something, to the outside and crossed the area of ??the anti-magic circle. She whispered a spell by the door, transforming herself into Nemen Solayton.
"You are the only one whose life is in danger. If you still want to live, cheer up and fight your father's calculations to the end." Majia whispered in Denika's ear in a patient voice. Pan said, "Don't be blinded by emotions."
"I don't!"
"You do." Magia hooked her handcuffs hard, and her voice became louder, "Don't even think about struggling, Miss von Fegotta!"
She pushed the door open violently. The lieutenant outside whistled, and Magia slapped the document almost in his face.
"Stop being so fancy, this is the chief executive's order for interrogation."
"Don't be so serious The formalities are completed, Captain. I hope that next time we go to the battlefield, you and I can be in the same unit."
The two of them each paid a standard military salute and then parted ways. "Captain Naimen Solayton" disappeared into the depths of the camp with the prisoners awaiting interrogation.
Later that morning, sirens rang out in the Jena camp.
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