In the Lord's Hall of the Inner Castle in the city of Marsiburg, the morning light shines through the small window onto the stone wall that has been blackened by fireworks recently. A group of high-ranking officers from the Wells Corps were sitting around a long table that had a large gap burned out. Odo, who was standing on the left side of the main seat of the wooden table, rubbed his bloodshot eyes and continued to speak with force: "...Everyone, we still have to rely on you. The dangerous position of Marsy Fort is holding on to defend the enemy. The baggage team has already inventoried all the food and supplies in the city. Calculated by the most brutal battle and maximum consumption, it can last for at least one and a half months. However, we must use Marsy Fort as our stronghold, so we must use the fort as our base. The small amount of food and grass baggage is obviously not enough. Therefore, last night I sent a baggage team to the surrounding villages to collect food and grass baggage before the enemy troops invaded the border." Otto blinked and continued, "But the area around Fort Marsi has been occupied by enemy troops. We have been plundered many times, and your Excellency has strictly ordered us not to force conquests like we did when fighting in the enemy's territory, so we cannot take advantage of the danger and hold on for a long time. Therefore, using the strong city as a stronghold, passive defense and active offense are the key to this attack and defense of Marsy Fort..."
Otto looked around at everyone and said: "Everyone, this is the battle plan studied by the Chinese army. Let me share your opinions. Let's discuss how to fight the next few tough battles."
While everyone was whispering, Dennis, who was wearing the uniform of a country squire and with a short sword hanging on his waist, stood up and said, "Lord Otto, can I say a few words?"
Otto glanced at Dennis. This guy was the ideological and political officer of the Wells Legion. He would usually use words to encourage the soldiers to charge into battle, or he would praise the legion leader's bravery and wisdom to everyone he met. Everyone sitting here sincerely admired Art, but no one had the almost shameless praise of Dennis.
In an army that relies on force to establish authority, it is difficult for such a person to gain the respect of the officers.
But Odo is the deputy commander of the legion after all. Since Art has made great efforts to promote this ideological and political officer, he cannot be biased. "Of course," Odo responded, "Dennis, you are the ideological and political officer of the legion appointed by your Excellency, and you are also a high-ranking officer. You can express any ideas you have at the military meeting."
Weitz, who was beside Dennis, glanced at the note, his face full of disdain.
Dennis doesn't care about this. In front of this group of rude officers, he can definitely be regarded as a bachelor and wise man. He thinks this is his greatest advantage.
“Ahem,” Dennis cleared his throat, “Lord Odo, sirs, I would like to make nine suggestions regarding the siege of Marseille and the upcoming fierce battle.” Dennis began to speak, a long speech.
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While the officers were discussing battle strategies at the long table in the hall, on an official table in the side hall that had half of its legs chopped off with a broad axe, Art was holding a thin quill and dipping it in ink to write densely on a narrow strip of paper.
Thanks to the long-term military discussion system, the "Staff Department" of the Wells Army has now begun to take shape. The officers headed by Odo Angus and Kazak have become Art's part-time staff officers. They are both the executors and planners of the battle.
Normally, the Chinese army command camp will discuss a feasible combat plan under the convening of Odo or Angus and Kazak, and then submit the plan in written form to Art for review and revision before issuing orders for implementation.
On the one hand, this staff system can share the pressure for Art, allowing him to spend more time thinking about the future development direction of the Wells Army and the future direction of the Civil War. On the other hand, it can also make every military decision as feasible as possible after considering multiple parties, so as to win the battle while reducing the battle loss rate of the Wells Army as much as possible. Nowadays, the scale of the Welsh Army is not very large. According to the current development trend of the Welsh Army, it will definitely expand step by step in the future. Then, this staff system evolved from the military discussion system will play a more important role.
The note was filled with dense text symbols. Art inserted the quill back into the ink bottle, blew on the wet ink stain, and let out a long breath. Then he picked up the copper bell on the table and shook it. Art's bodyguard heard the bell and opened the door and walked in.
“Sir?” The guard clenched his fist with one hand and touched his chest, bowing to greet Art.
Art rolled the note into a circle, stuffed it into a small round wooden tube and handed it to the guard, "Give this letter to Bob and let him use the flying pigeon we brought out to send it back to the valley."
The guard took the thin wooden tube and was a little embarrassed, "Sir, Sir Bob said, I The carrier pigeons we brought from the valley have just been trained, so they may not be reliable enough to convey military information. If there is urgent military information, let me rush back to the valley to deliver it. "
Matt waved his hand, "No, no, this letter is just a letter home from me to my wife and Cooper, and there is no military information."
“Besides, we spent a lot of money to train those pigeons. If they can’t even fly back this little distance, then we can just chop them into pigeon soup. We can also use this flying pigeon to pass messages to train and test them. If you leave these pigeons, they will still be of great use in a critical moment. "The cost of training each of these pigeons is almost as much as the cost of the infantry. Stewing pigeon soup is really luxurious." The soldier said with a smile.
"Go, tell Bob, let him take good care of those pigeons, especially the two sent by the Longxia Legion."
The guards turned and left. Art rubbed his fingers and prepared to pour himself a glass of wine. Just as he was about to pick up the wooden cup, Matthew, the captain and herald of the guards, pushed open the side hall door.
"Sir, Chief Stanley is back, and some of them are injured." The Matthews arrived before they even heard.
At put down his wine glass, "The attack on the enemy camp failed?"
"No, no, no," Matthew quickly explained, "They successfully attacked the enemy camp and burned all the enemy's food, grass and baggage. The wounded soldiers were chopped by enemy soldiers during the evacuation. But no one was killed."< br/>
"Chief Stanley and the others pretended to evacuate after successfully attacking the camp, and then quietly sent people back to monitor the enemy camp midway. It is said that the enemy fought hard to put out the fire, and finally rescued less than half of the food and baggage. It was not until early this morning that the army began to pull out of camp again, and it seemed that they were preparing to rush towards Fort Marsy."
Just when Matthew was reporting the movements of the enemy troops in the south to Art, amidst the rapid sound of horse hooves, Colin, the captain of the second company who was responsible for establishing an outpost defense line in the northwest of Fort Marci, hurriedly rode back to the city, dismounted and ran quickly towards the camp of the Wells Army in Fort Marci. Because in the early hours of this morning, the enemy outposts heading south from Cordore City had reached the outer defense line of the Wells Army.双方小股部队已经发生了零星战斗……
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科多尔南部至马尔西堡纵贯科多尔南北的伯国西部商道……
在继位者之战开始以前，这条商道上满是往来南北的各地商行马车和随行商人护卫，亦或是商旅行人，一派繁荣景象。
At this time, looking from a distance from a slightly higher ground, on the commercial road that winds in the hilly area of eastern Codor, all the way to the south, the several-mile-long road paved with a mixture of soil and gravel has been stepped on by the iron hooves of the several-mile-long northern Codor army that is slowly running in the direction of Fort Marci, raising dust flying in the sky.
At the end of the long queue, a man with the look of a ruthless officer held a wooden stick and scolded a group of peasant soldiers behind him who were about to fall behind: "You bastards, you run faster than anyone else when eating, why are you acting like a pig now? Hurry up and keep up with me. If you mess up the Earl's affairs, I think you have several heads that are good enough to chop off." After that, he kicked a peasant soldier beside him on the buttocks. The Kodor soldier in brown linen staggered and fell to the ground. Seeing the ferocious facial expression of the commander, the Kodor soldiers ignored the pain, quickly got up and ran into the team in despair, and continued to move with the large army...
This is the baggage convoy of the Côte d'Or province that went south to encircle and annihilate the rear of the northern army of the Welsh Army that had occupied Fort Marsy. According to the order of the command camp of the central army in the city of Kodor, the troops going south from Kodor were divided into outpost troops, cavalry (divided into heavy armored cavalry and light armored cavalry), crossbow corps, heavy armored infantry, light armored infantry, as well as the transportation of grain, grass and machinery for the army. There were more than 1,200 peasants (including doctors, carpenters, craftsmen, etc.) and various types of servants working with the army as siege equipment, including more than 20 people from the Chinese army command camp guard, and more than 300 light and heavy cavalry alone. The outpost troops had already had many sporadic battles with the soldiers of the Welsh Army who went to the northern outpost to scout, with both sides suffering casualties.
And at the end of the queue was this baggage team led by a knight and two apprentice knights.
According to the orders of the Chinese army command camp, the troops marching south were separated by half a mile from each other. This team of about 1,200 people marched for several miles on the commercial roads in the mountains and hills, like a long dragon, mighty and menacing.
Although the Codor Province is not considered a strong military province, except for the hilly areas in the southeast, the territory of the Codor Province is mostly covered with large stretches of fertile farmland. Except for the Saône Province under the jurisdiction of Bernard, there is no other place in the entire county that has hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile farmland.
Coupled with the fact that it holds important trade routes in the western part of the country, one can imagine the wealth of the Codor Province.
Since receiving the order from the court of Saône Province asking the Codor Province to send troops to encircle and annihilate the lone rebel army that penetrated into the Codor complex, the Count of Codor has ordered the lords of the entire Codor Province to recruit troops to prepare for war, and go south to annihilate the group of jackals, tigers and leopards that have begun to tear their own bones...
With the pressure of the past, Exploiting the farmers in his own territory and the huge taxes paid by caravans from various places when passing through the western trade routes, even though the Codor Province has sent a large number of soldiers to the north to assist Bernard in resisting Flanders in the east mirror, the Count of Codor still gathered a legion of thousands of people in the territory, many of which were mercenaries who joined because of the shiny gold coins.
There are many well-equipped professional soldiers and officers in the Kodor Legion. These people belong to the private soldiers of local lords, and their combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated. There are also a considerable number of professional mercenaries. These people are paid to sell their lives and live a life of licking blood. As the saying goes, when a cannon goes off, there is a thousand taels of gold. Wherever there is war, there are shadows of these mercenaries.
Except for a few elite soldiers, the Kodor Legion is a mixed bag. From children who were only fourteen or fifteen years old to grey-haired old men in their fifties, anyone who could move was conscripted into the army. Yesterday, some farmers who were tilling the fields with farm tools and eating their first meal were transformed into members of the army heading south with a sickle in hand to fight against the rebels.
Perhaps the Kodor people naively thought that with such a large army, even a roar could scare the southern barbarians into pissing their pants.
Following not far behind the Kodor army was a group of vendors selling goods from various places. Wherever the army was encamped, they hawked. Among them were many low-quality beers and various types of melon and fruit bread that the soldiers liked. There were even some scantily clad women walking around, wandering around in the bushes with the thirsty Kodor soldiers to earn a few meals.
Like this for several days, these people have been following the Kodor soldiers. It was not until about two days away from Wellsburg that these people were finally driven away by the guards to prevent the spies of the Wells Legion from being mixed among them.
Since the Chinese army commanded the camp to secure the city defense, a group of officers led their soldiers to carry enemy defense materials such as boulders and kerosene onto the city wall. In less than half a day, the corners of the important south gate and north gate walls of Fort Marsi were filled with large and small stones and cans of kerosene. These things are about to take away the lives of every Cordore soldier in the upcoming battle of Fort Marsi...
Standing on the wall of the North City, Art held the knight's sword at his waist in his right hand, and his fingers kept rubbing the dented cross on the hilt. The sun was setting in the west, and the left side of Art's face was flushed red by the setting sun, with little sweat stains on his skin. Art didn't notice at all that the sweat stains on his face had gathered into drops of golden liquid, dripping onto the shoulders of his long-sleeved chain mail gleaming under the setting sun... "Sir, the sergeant major said he has something important to discuss with you."
Matt's thoughts were pulled back by Ron who trotted up from the city wall.
Want military information. ”
Matt glanced at the north, and then walked quickly towards the Lord’s Hall with Ron...