Twenty-three miles east of Bramond City, and less than half a day's journey further east is the important border town of Wallenberg, which is being fully attacked by the Swabian army.
The terrain of Wallonburg on the border has begun to become a bit complicated. It is different from the endless fertile plains to the west. Although the land here is broad and fertile, you can occasionally see the remnants of mountain peaks and low hills and dense forests extending from the south.
The two infantry regiments of the Jonah Border Army have already arrived at a small market town west of Wallenberg. This place was razed to the ground by the Swabians a few years ago. After several years of recuperation, it had just managed to accumulate some popularity, but it was ravaged by war again.
The market town is actually not that big, and the larger villages in the plains are larger than this. However, it is still an important border trade town. People stole food, robbed livestock, and were killed. However, a large number of stone-built houses still escaped the raids and destruction of the Swabians. Therefore, there are many houses in the market town, and there is also a stone wall that is as high as a person to surround the market town.
The Second Infantry Regiment of the Yona Border Guard Corps is stationed in the market town. On the outskirts of the market town are seven flag corps of the First Infantry Regiment. There are elite soldiers guarding the perimeter. This group of recruits who have just joined the army feel a lot more at ease.
The most solid and atmospheric house in the market town is the barracks of the medical team. At this time, the medical team has entered a busy state.
Yes, the army has begun to suffer casualties.
The march of thousands of men could not completely block their tracks. Although the cavalry tried their best to patrol in front of the army, a hundred or so Swabian enemy soldiers suddenly appeared and attacked the right wing of the march.
Although the enemy soldiers only harassed the marching troops and immediately evacuated upon contact, the newly formed 2nd Infantry Regiment on the right wing of the legion still paid the price of sixteen deaths, serious injuries and more than twenty minor injuries.
The wooden floor was laid on the side of the house where the medical team was stationed. Hans, a recruit from the First Flag Team of the Second Infantry Regiment with dark gray linen wrapped around his chest, held a bowl of thick wheat porridge mixed with minced meat and sprinkled with fine salt in his left hand, and held a piece of freshly baked rye bread in his right hand. From the slightly trembling hands and lips, you can guess that he has no appetite for eating at this moment, because the screams of the wounded soldiers in the next room accompanied by Mr. Thomas, the medic, were too terrifying. Hans, shrouded in blood and death, couldn't swallow anything.
Today he has slipped through the gate of hell.
The 2nd Infantry Regiment, where the prisoner recruit Hans belongs, received the military order at noon yesterday, and along with the 1st Infantry Regiment and several troops directly under the Chinese Army, they advanced eastward. The journey went smoothly, and no accidents occurred when they camped at that wasteland intersection last night.
Early this morning, the army closed its camp and continued its eastward march. After yesterday's smooth march, many recruits were a little more courageous. In addition, there were dozens of cavalry in front of them casting nets for sentinels, and the first regiment's elite combat flag teams were also sent out on each wing for reconnaissance and defense. Wherever there are dense forest hills and irrigation areas, The experienced soldiers of the first regiment on both sides of the bushes will search carefully...
The second infantry regiment walking in the middle should be safe and sound, at least that's what Hans, who was walking on the broad eastbound carriageway carrying a curved short spear, thought so.
However, the Swabians were more cunning than expected. The Swabian enemy attacking Wallonburg had long heard that a Burgundian reinforcement of nearly a thousand people was running towards Wallonburg, so they deployed an elite team of 100 people to intercept and harass the Burgundian reinforcements. Their biggest goal was to delay the pace of the reinforcements and buy time for the army attacking Wallonburg.
This army found the Burgundian reinforcements marching extremely alert. They were guarded by sentries at the front, rear and on both sides. They could not get close if they wanted to make a direct impact.
The cunning Swabians dug hundreds of pits that could accommodate one person in the fallow farmland beside the road where reinforcements must pass. The openings of the holes were blocked with their oak bucklers. The round shields were covered with old soil, and the old soil was covered with a layer of weeds. Reed rods protruded from the weeds for the soldiers to breathe. There were also more cleverly designed potholes in slightly hidden boulders, tree roots and other places beside the road. The ambushers in these pits could also lift the camouflaged roofs to observe the march on the road.
Hundreds of Swabian soldiers squatted in the pits for a day and a night, carrying water bags, rations, and swords.
The Border Guard Corps Cavalry Scouts carefully searched this farmland when they passed by, but they never imagined that there would be hundreds of enemies squatting under the hooves of their horses, armed to the teeth.
The flanking sentries who are also slightly farther away will not notice anything unusual in the low fallow land.
However, when Hans's second infantry regiment passed by here, a foreigner who was fully armored and holding a sword in his right hand and an ox horn in his left hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere less than twenty steps away from the road.
Before the aliens blew their horns, most of the people in the marching team did not even notice that there was a phantom beside them.
When Hans, who was carrying a spear and marching with his head down, was attracted by a low horn and turned his head to look to the right, hundreds of figures suddenly appeared in the plains.
The brief doubt turned into fear in an instant, because the hundreds of shadows emerging from the ground had turned into hundreds of death gods holding bloodthirsty swords and axes.
The prisoners are by no means good people, and there are not many bloodthirsty villains among them. However, in front of the demons rushing out of hell, these villains become wild dogs in the eyes of the wolves.
Hans was good. When the Phantom roared at him with the heavy axe, he nimbly hid behind his companion and pushed his companion towards the enemy. Poorly, the companion who had not yet had time to unsheath the short sword at his waist was almost split in two by the heavy axe.
Suddenly frightened, Hans, like other prisoners who were new soldiers, instinctively avoided danger. If it were not for the veteran officers selected from the Wells Legion in the standard squadron to resist in time, the four to five hundred recruits might have been overwhelmed by more than a hundred phantoms. However, the second infantry regiment was still able to avoid collapse. The phantoms did not want to fight after the attack was successful. Before the standard squadrons on both wings rushed back, they had already fled towards the rear of the army.
Tuba, the flag captain who temporarily took charge of the march after encountering an enemy attack, decisively stopped advancing and brought the army to this market town to garrison, waiting for the arrival of the three commanders of the Chinese army.
Hans was still injured. When he was running around, he threw himself under the sword of a phantom. The opponent raised his hand and slashed his old leather armor with a sword. Fortunately, the leather armor withstood part of the force and he only broke a layer of skin. He bled a lot, but he was not dead after the bleeding was stopped.
Hans' dull eyes moved from the second floor window pane to the seriously injured soldier lying on the straw under the window pane. A half-arm-long wound was cut from the right shoulder to the left abdomen, and the white sternum had been exposed.
The medics, whose gray-white coat was stained with blood, were sure that the seriously injured prisoner soldier could not be saved, so they simply did not save him. They only waited for him to die and carried him to the military priest to pray briefly with the other people who died in the battle today and then handed him over to Bramont City. The transport troops handled it, but it is conceivable that Bramont's soldiers were not kind enough to send his body back to his hometown and hand it over to his family. Digging a shallow pit and covering it with thin soil was the last courtesy. As for the tombstone, it depends on whether the person who dug the grave has the leisure.
Due to the sudden attack, the two legions were suspended
Haunted with lingering fears after the disaster.
Hans desperately controlled his trembling hands and moved the bowl of wheat porridge to the seriously injured patient. He brought the wooden bowl to the mouth of the seriously injured soldier who was about to die and took a small mouthful. However, the seriously injured soldier could no longer chew and swallow, and the wheat porridge flowed out of his mouth.
"You have offended God with your poisonous words, and now you are going to die~" Hans tried his best to squeeze out a smile. He hoped that the guy on the floor would stand up and respond to his sarcasm with a venomous tongue. However, the man on the ground had already died, perhaps because he was choked by the thick wheat porridge.
"Man, you died for me." Hans didn't know what his mood was at this moment. He just felt that there was a stone in his chest that couldn't be moved.
The medical soldier walked under the window pane and stretched out his hand to feel the man's breath and heart. He shook his head and called two servants to carry the body away.
"You are dead, but I still want to live." Hans stuffed half of the rye bread into his mouth and chewed it hard a few times. He drank the porridge and swallowed the rough bread.
As soon as he swallowed a mouthful of bread, there was a thumping sound in the corridor. A group of neatly dressed and well-armed guards walked up surrounded by a man wearing chain mail, a cloak, and a knight's sword at his waist.
"This is not a battle formation. You don't need to follow me all the time. Dennis just needs to accompany me to visit the wounded soldiers. The rest of us will go down and take the time to rest." The man said and stepped into the room in a few steps.
There were still howls and screams in the room, and the wounded soldiers who had been stabbed in the intestines and had their hands and feet cut off were crying out in great pain.
Seeing the man come in, the busy medical soldiers stood up and saluted one after another. The man returned the salute and walked into the room where Doctor Thomas was "executed". After a while, the man came out and began to check the wounded soldiers in the room one by one.
Every time he came to a wounded soldier, the man would whisper a few words of encouragement, nothing more than comforting words such as God will bless you and we will save you.
Walking to Hans, the man lowered his head and glanced at the empty wooden bowl in Hans's hand and the bread crumbs on his chest bandage, and patted Hans's shoulder, "Being able to eat at this time proves that your courage has not been broken, good fellow! I will let you go home after this bad battle."
The man turned to his side. The man with a kind face ordered: "Dennis, get this guy another bowl of food."
Dennis was a little surprised. He had seen this man before, but on the afternoon of the killing, he only hid in the crowd and looked at it from a distance. His first impression of the baron was that he was cold and decisive in killing, because he was afraid from the beginning.
But at this time, the Baron seemed so approachable, which made Hans a little at a loss. He knelt down, and the wound on his chest hurt a little.
The man immediately helped Hans up, patted his shoulder again and walked to the next wounded soldier...
Late at night, Hans, who was wrapped in a linen bandage, took advantage of the opportunity. The medical soldier accidentally slipped out of the barracks. As a local bandit, Hans was no stranger to this market town. Under the cover of darkness, he groped towards the outer wall of the market town. When he reached the low outer wall, he curled up and got into a dog hole hidden at the base of the wall.
Hunting the pain, he had just dug his body halfway in when a cowhide boot stepped on Hans’ head, forcing his head into the soil.
Hans's frightened roar was muffled by the soil, and he could only struggle muffled. After a moment, the boots on his head were lifted up. Hans glanced sideways in horror at the raised sword and the blurry face in the darkness.
"You have already died twice, and this should have been your third time to die." A low voice sneered from the blurred face.
Hans heard the voice, it was his squadron leader, Commander Rigg.
"People like you want to live no matter what, but if you climb out of this dog hole, you will die today!"
Hans was stunned. He did not dare to make any move, and his body could not stop sifting through the chaff.
"You bastard killed a brave warrior just to survive. I am also a bandit, but I am not shameless enough to trade my brother's life for my own survival. At least I never do it on the battlefield."
"Who is it?" While the two were talking, three white feather-helmeted soldiers holding unsheathed broadswords and torches came to the bottom of the wall and blocked Rigg and Hans.
"It's me! Rigg!" Rigg put down his weapon to show that there was no threat.
The soldiers of the Military Law Corps raised their swords and moved the torch close to the wall. As expected, it was Rigg, the captain of the first flag squadron of the second regiment.
"Brothers Rigg, what are you doing?" the white feathered helmeted soldier asked coldly.
"I'm teaching my soldiers how to avoid submarines." Rigg stood up and replied with a smile.
军法队看了一眼那个半身还卡在狗洞里的家伙，「瑞格兄弟，这个～」
「你们放心吧，我就是在训练防潜。」
“Then you have to be on guard and don’t let your own people sneak out.” The patrolling military law captain said coldly and continued patrolling with his two men. Tonight they had to catch Zhenzhen deserters.
After smiling and watching the military law team leave, Rigg's face turned cold for a moment, "Bastard, remember you already owe three lives. If you can't kill three more enemies in this war, I will let you give back the remaining one! Go back!"
Rigg kicked Hans back to the other side of the dog hole...
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"How many deserters were caught tonight?" Odo asked the military law captain who came to the Chinese army command camp to report the military situation.
The military law captain touched the broadsword at his waist, "Seventeen deserters were caught, and two who resisted with weapons were killed by us on the spot. They were both prisoners of the Second Infantry Regiment."
"The military law team continued to patrol, and asked the first infantry regiment on the periphery to also pay attention to the soldiers who ran out of the market town. Those who left the barracks without permission were immediately captured, and those who dared to resist were killed on the spot." Odo said harshly.
"Yes! Lord Odo." The military commander turned and left.
Odo turned around and lowered his head to Art, who was standing in front of the terrain map, and said: "Sir, it was my mistake in leading the troops that caused the army to be attacked, which made the new recruits bold."
At stared at the terrain map and said nothing.
After half a day, Art turned around and ordered, "I have asked the task force to find the group of bastards hiding beside us. Tomorrow you will take your infantry regiment to destroy them and get back the courage you lost!"