Chapter 4 Seeking to Capture the Western Region [4]

It was four o'clock in the morning on the second day. Just after the clock, the sky was white. After a long time, the morning light did not come out. The cloud was getting lower and lower, and the surrounding temperature was even colder than the original midnight. The cold and trembling Slavic prisoners gathered together to warm each other. Although the professional Norman soldiers were also cold and shivering, they were still in high spirits, standing up and alert to the surroundings.

The fire in the center is full of ashes, and the outside follows the northeast wind. In the southwest corner, the corpses are burned and destroyed. A pile of white bones are burned into ashes. Two trenches are dug and the ashes are pushed in, which is extremely cruel. It can be said that the Norman soldiers once again experienced the cruelty of the war.

The three giants of the Grand Duchy of Norman, no matter which one, have instilled such an idea countless times.

"If you are defeated! This is what happens to you!"

The roar of the instructors in the new barracks seemed to be still ringing in their ears. After so many years, the former recruits have long become old veterans, and some of them once worshipped the world's strongest male instructors, but some of them have died in battle. Sometimes, when I think of these, some people in the Norman team have a lot of emotions.

You can't lose! You can't lose even if you die!

If you die, you won't even be qualified to choose a cemetery.

The people of the new barracks may not feel it yet, but two years later, almost every soldier, except for daily training, eating and marching, actually chose a piece of land in their hometown early. It's not big, but there are flowers, grass and trees. This is a cemetery. There are no two square meters. Tired of a large area, they are all soldiers from their hometown. The men came back and said calmly to their wives and sons, "Hey, dear, children, if I die, bury my ashes here."

When women and children stare at men angrily, men laugh cheerfully. Those legendary evil thoughts will not come to their group of hot-blooded warriors.

"Kaya! Kaya! Where are the people! Get up for me! When is it? Blow the wake-up call!"

Norton's voice is like the roar of a bull, murderous, and it makes a roar when walking. This rural steamed bun, which was once anti-bag in Yohavi, or even seen with fish, has now grown into a side-side step. If the encounter between him and Sahili is just that it smells similar, then Tiger. House's joining is to realize the strong potential of the three talented men, which is a catalyst.

Dududu~~Dudu~DidiDidi~~~

The rapid wake-up number, and the roaring soldiers are too appropriate to describe it with the words of vigorous and style. This valiant and heroic posture deeply shocked the Slavic captives who were locked in cages. Seeing the demeanor of this army, these defeated cowardies deeply felt what is the tiger and wolf division and what is the elite division!

"Attention! The first team gathers! The Guards... stand up!"

As a military officer, Kaka carried out such a large-scale military operation for the first time. The members of the law enforcement squad held thin swords and wore black tiger-headed medals on their chests. The gold spikes on the captain were meticulously combed, and the helmet was held in his hand. A neat 500-person party gathered in the open space. And in those temporary expansions, the fast-wearing soldiers immediately gathered. I smelled the aroma of black bread and oatmeal porridge and salty potatoes early.

"Grandma, it tastes so fucking good!" Taking a belt for trousers, Bic shook his excitement with a horizontal face. His two thick arms were wrapped in bandages. His bulging muscles were extremely strong at first glance. The soldiers who walked back and forth ran over and shouted, "Chief, hurry up, Chief Norton himself. Don't be late!"

Looking up, as expected, Norton was there holding a whip in his hand, carrying his hands behind him, pattering back and forth, heavy buffalo boots, iron pieces on the soles of his feet, stepping on the stone, making a rattling sound, making a trembling all over.

"Guardian Legion Centurion Bic! To you so far!"

Bic's face was serious, and his feet suddenly came together. The heels of the cowhide boots crackled twice, and his tough military posture fought. This was a good man. The strong man of the taur, bulging muscles, thick neck, his eyes have always been the kind of belligerent and bloodthirsty appearance, and he trotted all the way. The tendons and flesh of his upper body supported the military uniform. The centurion's officer uniform is really enviable. Several centurions around were rushing over. Far away, in the southeast, a team also came neatly to get closer. Who was the friendly army of the Second Army?

Gang Liluo is like a demon god, walking steadily, with a large steel knife at his waist, without a scabbard, and the power of the cowhide bag stuck directly at his waist. There is a one-person-high tomahawk on the back, and the handle is wrapped with cowhide straps. The double-edged axe with two edges is murderous. At first glance, it is a heavy weapon. This tomahawk has eaten the souls of more than 400 men and is extremely fierce.

"Gang Liluo, the commander of the Second Legion! Come and report!"

It's also a military salute. If Bic's military salute is majestic with a little dullness and dark color, then the guy Gangliluo is lively and tough. The calm and old momentum made Norton admire him and nodded and praised, "If Tartu's warriors are all the same as you, then we don't have What are you so afraid of!"

Goliluo took over the words, and usually Norton shouted, "Under the guidance of the great Grand Duchess, I have never doubted this!" This momentum made Norton feel relieved. He patted Gonillao on the shoulder and shouted, "That's right! This is our Norman warrior! A real warrior!"

The heavy infantry assembled. At this time, all the empty land had been assembled for a long time. At this time, Norton walked on the temporary high platform and shouted, "Quiet!"

"Wo!" One stood upright, and all of them were silent. This hand stunned those Slavic prisoners. This movement was made like a person. How could a team of tens of thousands of people do it to such a certain extent? They think that the strongest elite of the Slavic Empire must be able to do it to this extent, but in terms of this idea, they actually don't have much confidence at all.

"Warriors! Now, what we are facing will be a huge benefit in the future! Tiger. House is fighting in the north like us, but his troops are not as strong as us, and his opponents are not as strong as us! What he will face will be the counterattack of the entire remaining Slavic Western Corps! Vasini, a Slavic lackey, will not sit back and wait for death. This is a fierce battle and a hard battle!"

Norton waved this strip, looked serious and excited, and then walked two steps. His majestic body was lifted and tough, like a tiger roaring, and said loudly, "I firmly believe in Tiger. Prince House can defeat those cowardly and eggless waste! However, in the face of our bloody battle, we sit idly by. Is this the style of Norman men?

"No--"

"Tell me! Do we allow those damn cowards to waste the lives of our purest warriors?

"Absolutely!"

"We are going to attack on both sides to completely destroy the confidence of the Slavs! Our strong confidence and strength will overwhelm this rotten empire, and their strength will not be stronger than us!" Norton's fist was as big as a sandbag, and he waved his void vigorously, and his eyes stared like bull's eyes.

After successfully inciting this group of soldiers, Norton ordered, "I order! Five thousand members of the Guards Legion stayed to watch the Slavic prisoners! Supervision of the First Wing of the Law Enforcement Team! Until the reinforcements of the commander of the Madaling Legion arrive!"

"Yes!"

Although the people of the Guards were a little reluctant, they could only agree. This is a military order, not bargaining!

"The Second Legion!"

"Yes! Sir!" Gang Liluo took a step forward and roared loudly.

"The first batch of cavalry reinforcements have arrived and formed a temporary cavalry regiment to attack the central battalion of the Western Legion as a vanguard!" Norton usually said loudly.

"Yes! Sir!"

Gang Liluo had an idea in mind: the speed of the cavalry regiment can be interspersed in almost half a day. In this process, there should be a time difference, and there is no problem with the pre-war tactical drills. I believe that the Grand Duke will be able to stop the back-killing Vashini, and Sugakakane and Turner's army should also be able to envelop the northern battalion within the specified time.

As long as I take a breath, I should be able to contain the enemies of the Central Battalion ten kilometers southwest of the Grand Duke's army. This distance should be the death zone of the Western Legion.

Goliluo rendered all the positions of the army in his mind. Thinking about the process of tactical exercises, he had begun to form a number of roads in his mind. A bold idea was derived, and after deliberation, he immediately got a high chance of winning. He knew that the greatest advantage of the cavalry regiment was the mobility of the cavalry. He did not need to fight step by step. As long as he was restrained, the nearly 110,000 troops in the central battalion within the Western Legion would be restrained.

When the time comes, when the sloppy army blocks the 15,000 elite attack of Wasini, as long as the coalition of Chestner and Sugakane completes the expected goal within the specified time and achieves the strategic intention, until the central battalion and the north-south attack, the whole Western Legion, even if it is the most Under the knock of the three elite legions, they could only be defeated.

Eat the Western Legion and eat the western region. This vast land is almost as big as the four former Estonian kingdoms. The importance of this land for Tiger. It is too important for the Grand Duchy of Norman, led by House. For the Slavic Empire, this territory is simply an enclave. Even if the Western Legion is annihilated, perhaps Nicholas I may not be determined to take it back.

After all, it is not good news for Nicholas I, who has to recapture a land that is not as profitable as Morsk and invest a lot of military and financial resources.

This is also a point that the high-level officials of the whole Norman Grand Duchy can fight for, that is, to compete for the benefits of this area. For the Normans, it is beneficial but harmless, and for today's Slavic Empire, it is a little uncomfortable. It's like chicken ribs. It's tasteless to eat, and it's a pity to abandon it. The most annoying thing is that this series of chain reactions requires strong financial and material resources to suppress. For the whole central and even the eastern continent, this is undoubtedly a loud slap in the face of the Slavic royal family.

Of course, the Roma have suffered in this matter. But at this time, Tiger. No one knows what kind of business House and Prince Ursula have done in the mainland. But the only thing that can be sure is that at least half of the big nobles of the Roma are unwilling to be with Tiger. House started a war.

Especially before the domestic emperor was established.

Within the Roma, there has been a conflict between the new aristocratic merchants and the aristocratic royal family. The throne has not been decided for a long time, and the final result is naturally an extremely bad tragedy. On the whole, Prince Alex has dispelled the mood of going north to make war achievements after seeing with his own eyes that Ma Daling's army is strong.

Although the result of the complete destruction of His Holiness Paul I's Holy Light Knights is really a headache, I have to say that the Grand Duchy of Norman is not just a regional power at this time, and he has the right to stand up and speak equally. From the fact that the Duchy of Lithuania pretends to be a grandson after the destruction of the Holy Light Knights, it can be noticed that those great nobles are actually not fools. They can detect Tiger. The cruelty and forbearance of House and his wild dog army can only be said to be the integration of forces that can be integrated. At a certain time, it will give this ice tiger a fatal blow. Of course, it is unknown whether that opportunity will appear.

"Oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh..."

The strange howling cavalry rushed out, and the galloping cavalry was simply crazy to the extreme. The sharpness in the process was really frightening. The dust floated by, and the sky was gray, which made people dare not look at it. This roar is like a volcanic eruption. When it shakes, it is a small earthquake.

Gonriluo, who was riding a barren bull, carried a tomahawk and watched the cavalry pass quickly. One person carried three days of rations, half of the potatoes and dough, and copied a pot of water, which was a necessary cavalry supplement. And those bow and arrow machetes and small flying knives are naturally customized according to their respective situations. On the way, it was a group of crazy bastards.

"Adult! Didn't we make up for it this time? I think everyone has made rations for three days. Is it a hard battle? After smoothing the hair on the edge of their ears, the men straightened their chests and looked extremely energetic. The war horses clapped their noses, and the whips were accompanied by the soldiers' howling wolves and dogs, which was extremely evil. The fast horse flashed by, like lightning.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go! With this strength, you'd better keep it for me. Whether it's a hard battle or a fierce battle, it's the same for me! The dead man is definitely not me!" After saying that, Gang Liluo whipped the buttocks of the questioning officer's horse. With a bang, the war horse ran away. Rumble and follow up. This torrent of steel disappeared into Norton's eyes.

The army of the southern battalion also began to start. The heavily armed Bic spat and cursed in a low voice: "These damn Slavic barbarians are a bunch of rubbishes!" Damn, this time, I have to be a captain!"

"It's up to you? Do you think it's enough to kill people? I can't even write a name. You fucking shit!" Several animals beside him laughed. Bic stared at them and roared in a low voice, "I'm afraid of a bird!" I don't believe it. When I go home this time, I can't learn just a few bird words! I must be the captain of a thousand, and wait for me to return to Tartu! Oh, no, when I return to Tamsalu, look, I am a hero of the Principality and will attract the attention of the whole country!"

He clapped the axe in his hand, and the fierce Bic suddenly had a goal in his heart. Several men next to him said secretly: Bird, this son of a bitch is actually quite ideal!

In fact, everyone has such things as ideals. Bic simply wants to be promoted and rich. He is a senior official and makes a fortune. He eats delicious food and drinks spicy food. It's better to be able to have a good time for three or five years. The old woman in the family, Tartu, doesn't know whether her tare-headed son is promising or not. In previous years, they just picked up wild rabbits and beat bison on the wilderness, but now they are also making a family business. Tartu's old immortals, who doesn't know that this son of a bitch is now the best one?

Look at the whole Tartu. The big official who was killed by brute force is only Bic. This fierce guy also fought for face for the old and immortals of Tartu's tribe.

Good man. These days, who is not a hero who climbed out of the sea of blood? Looking at so many enemies in front of you and so many comrades-in-arms in front of you, are embarrassed that you don't kill the enemy with a weapon in your hand? This is the way to protect the people you want to protect. There is nothing to hesitate about. There is no hesitation. These words may not be written by Bic, but he knows that his mother is still guarding the money he has saved in the past two years. The wasteland he bought has now planted potatoes and potatoes with good harvests.

He touched the axe and muttered, "When I go to Tamsalu City, I will definitely let the Grand Duke get a woman for me. No, five women!"

The goal in his heart suddenly felt very great and difficult. Thinking of this, Bic's eyes became firm again. There was only one idea: kill the Slavic barbarians and earn the capital to marry a wife!

At this time, on the front of the northern camp, the armies of Chestner and Sugakane also set up their positions and surrounded them back and forth. In a battle on the front, the Slavs no longer dared to come out after leaving more than 5,000 bodies. Just wait for more than a dozen magic crystal cannons to arrive, and the decisive battle will begin.