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Text Chapter 321 A headache for the Spaniards

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    During her time in Marseille, Emma lived a very comfortable life.

    Every day she went out hunting with Zhao Hongyu and the others, or played poker with Sara¡¯s relatives. Emma really felt a little bit happy about it.

    It¡¯s just that the prey here is not as big as that in America. Except for hares, it is just hares. At most, we only see a few pheasants or quails, which makes Emma a little disappointed.

    The days passed like this, and Zhao Hongyu was waiting for the arrival of Queen Mary.

    Everything is going smoothly according to Zhao Hongyu's expectations. If there is no accident, the Spaniards will definitely be unlucky.

    Now the war in the Netherlands is in full swing, and the Spaniards have been completely involved.

    Originally, the Holy Roman Empire had agreed to send a large army to assist, but Spain was waiting hard for reinforcements.

    This made the Spaniards very angry.

    From the Spanish point of view, if the Holy Roman Empire's army joins in, the enemy will be easily defeated.

    Even the enemy¡¯s current tactics are very novel.

    Yes, now the enemies in the Netherlands and the Dutch are using a new tactic. They use muskets as their main weapons and arrange five queues to shoot in turns to fight the Spanish.

    This made the old empire, which had relied on the Spanish phalanx, really suffered enough.

    Every time they fight the enemy, the Spaniards will lose thousands of lives. Now the Spanish frontline soldiers have begun to feel panic and war weariness.

    ? And this isn¡¯t the worst news.

    The worst news is that the soldiers on the Spanish front lines are risking their lives, but they have not been paid for five months.

    "You spend your life fighting a war, but you don't get any money. You can imagine what the consequences will be if such news spreads on the front line."

    The nobles in Madrid are still in a state of drunkenness or fighting for power.

    ??Those who are thoughtful see the crisis hidden under the glitz, but they are powerless to do anything about it.

    The nobles in power did not pay attention to this at all.

    They are still intoxicated in the illusion of the empire's glory, and are not aware of the slightest crisis.

    In the eyes of those nobles, the bad news on the front line is temporary. There is no doubt that Spain is strong. This war will definitely end in Spain. Long live Spain.

    But the fact is that frontline officers and soldiers have begun to disobey orders. They always follow the orders of their superiors and refuse to carry them out.

    Although the superiors punished those who disobeyed orders with harsh punishments, they planted seeds of resentment in the hearts of frontline soldiers and grassroots officers.

    This kind of dissatisfaction has been suppressed in everyone's heart, but there will always be a critical point that cannot be sustained, and it will eventually explode.

    But no one knows when this outbreak occurred.

    The smarter officers began to get along with the soldiers and try not to add pressure and resentment to them.

    But some people in high positions and officers with aristocratic status still treat these soldiers with the same attitude as before.

    In addition, the Swiss mercenaries hired by the Spanish in the Netherlands have begun to cause trouble.

    They fight for money, but now they can't get the money. This is something they can't stand.

    ??Besides, they are not Spanish, so they don¡¯t have much psychological burden.

    In short, if you don¡¯t give money, there will be no war.

    Some mercenaries even kidnapped some Spanish officials and asked their families to use money to ransom them.

    Bad events happened one after another, and bad news kept coming back to Madrid.

    But these messages were suppressed by some people, or even if they were presented to the royal family, they would be discarded after one glance.

    In the Netherlands, in the Holstein region, the Spanish and Protestant coalition forces faced off on the front line.

    The battle lines between the two sides are only one mile apart. Standing on a hillside, you can clearly see each other's activities.

    At this time, the Spaniards had just conducted a small-scale probing attack, but after paying the price of 200 casualties, the Spaniards finally failed to withdraw.

    The Spaniards have carried out dozens of attacks like this, but each time they have basically failed.

    They can¡¯t charge it up at all,It can't even reach the enemy's fifty-yard range.

    "What the hell, we have no way to crack this new tactic. Who came up with the musket round? This is simply a hell tactic!"

    Standing on the Torres Hill, Atsolni, the commander of the Spanish Legion, put down the monocular in his hand and said bitterly.

    "Yes, we have no way to fight this tactic with the Spanish phalanx. Now it seems that our Spanish phalanx has fallen behind the enemy." Colonel Carlos, standing behind Assolni, responded.

    "Is there no news from Madrid yet? We need military pay to stabilize the morale of the army. At the same time, we need a lot of reinforcements. Now the enemy's logistics can't keep up, so they can't attack yet, but I'm sure the enemy is increasing their logistics supplies. Wait until they resupply  If there is plenty, destruction awaits us.¡±

    Asolni's face was very pale.

    Yes, they have been confronting the Protestant coalition forces here for several months. During this period, the Spaniards paid a heavy price, almost using human lives to achieve the current situation.

    If Assolni had not allowed the soldiers below to continuously attack and consume a large amount of ammunition from the Protestant coalition, the Spanish Legion would have failed by now.

    Originally, Assolni¡¯s plan was to hold off the Protestant coalition forces here, and then Madrid would reinforce them with military pay and soldiers, and then the Holy Roman Empire would attack from the east at the same time, so that they would still have a chance to win the war.

    But what disappoints Assolny is that for such a long time, Madrid has ignored his news.

    And the Holy Roman Empire also had no reaction.

    This completely frustrated Assolny's plan.

    "Sir, what should we do now? The soldiers have not received their pay for five months. Now many of them have deserted and even started to disobey orders. If this situation continues like this, I will  If we don¡¯t have to wait until the Protestant coalition forces attack us, we will collapse.¡±

    Colonel Carlos¡¯s analysis is very accurate, and Assolni also knows this situation.

    But what can he do?

    ¡°He really has no way to do anything about this.

    He had no military pay, and no reinforcements were sent to Madrid.

    It would be okay if he was the King of Spain, but the problem is that he is not the King of Spain.

    "Continue to send people to Madrid to report the fragrance here. I don't believe that those damn guys will really let us fail here. You must know that if we fail here, the foundation of the empire's rule will also be shaken."

    After Assolni thought for a while, he gave an order to Colonel Carlos.

    Colonel Carlos nodded. He knew that neither he nor Assolni could change the situation. What they could do was to keep sending people to Madrid to report the situation here.

    I really don¡¯t know what their future will be like. Are all those people in Madrid really stupid?

    Carlos couldn¡¯t help but think to himself in his heart.

    While Assolni and Carlos were worrying about this, the soldiers in front of the Spanish formation below the hill were also grumbling.

    "Oh my God, we are working hard here, but the nobles and gentlemen in Madrid are enjoying the good and the good. This is so unfair." A Spanish soldier with a rag wrapped around his head and dirty body said bitterly  He whispered to his companions.

    "That is, the war has reached this level. It is obvious that we should admit defeat. But the officers asked us to persist and charge to the enemy every day to death. In the charge just now, ten people from the third team died.  There are two people, one of them is from the same village as me."

    There are many such complaints among Spanish soldiers.

    But in general, they were just discussing in private. At most, they were obeying orders or something like that, and the Spanish Legion as a whole was still maintained.

    "Compared to them, the mercenaries, numbering around 2,000 in number, are not so easy to talk to.

    The Spanish count who led this mercenary army was now captured by the mercenaries and imprisoned in a newly dug pit.

    He hasn¡¯t eaten for four days and is tortured by the mercenaries every day, which makes him feel like he is in hell.

    "Master Sokro, we are mercenaries who work for money. It is only natural that you give us money and we will fight for you. Even if we die in the battleBut we are unlucky and have nothing to do with you.  But now we are helping Spain fight the war, but we haven't received a single copper so far. Do you think this is a bit too much?  "

    The temporary leader of this mercenary army, the Norwegian One-Eyed Buck, squatted by the pit and looked at Count Sokro with evil intentions.

    His voice was very sinister, which made Count Sokro's body tremble involuntarily.

    In the past few days, he has been tortured by these mercenaries.

    Many methods of torturing people were thought up by this guy named Buck.

    "Lord Buck, it's not that I owe you any compensation, but that the powerful adults in Madrid didn't sow the money. To be honest, this matter has nothing to do with me."

    Sokro explained tremblingly.

    "No! No! No!" One-eyed Buck raised his finger and shook it, "You were the one who hired us in the first place, so now we have to ask you for money. As for the Spanish or Madrid nobles, that's  It¡¯s your business.¡± (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
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