Chapter 753 A great victory
".—Old guy, you really have a problem." The voice of company captain Colin came from behind Thor.
Then Colin called two of his soldiers over. He said to them: "Tie him up and keep him in solitary confinement until you are punished."
"Yes!"
So, in less than a meal, Viscount Saul, the leader of the group of 500 men who went north to fight against the enemy, became a prisoner of the enemy. The time went back to a moment ago.
While the Lombard peasant soldiers were sleeping snoring by the river, the large group of people led by Colin and Obote marched all the way and finally arrived here before these guys left the river valley.
At this time, the squadron leader of Colin's company, who had been monitoring the Lombards on the other side of the river for a long time, informed the two of them one by one of the locations of the sentries deployed by the other side.
After figuring out the defense of the Lombards' temporary camp, Colin suggested first sending two small groups of soldiers to approach the opponent's camp from the upper and lower reaches of the river. After solving the Lombard outposts placed on the outside, the follow-up group of troops could then quietly reach the enemy's camp, catching them off guard.
Obot, the head of the reserve group, agreed with Colin's suggestion.
In order to prevent any fish from slipping through the net, Obote ordered Benson, the deputy commander of the legion, to lead more than a hundred soldiers to block the only way for the Lombards to escape south. Jason led the people to go around to the west of the valley and launch an attack on the Lombards from the other side at the same time.
Colin's company, which has stronger combat capabilities, is not responsible for the main attack this time, but is responsible for assisting the reserve group in encircling and suppressing this Lombard peasant soldier, and helping when necessary.
Following Colin's order, the two squads of soldiers moved in different directions. At this time, when the scorching sun directly overhead was at its most glaring, the Lombard peasant soldiers responsible for guarding the east side of the camp did not take the military order seriously at all.
Looking at other people sleeping soundly, they were already dissatisfied. So after discussion, several people went to find a comfortable place under the bridge to escape the scorching sun and sleep comfortably.
They slept soundly after a night of running, until one of their companions was wiped on the neck by the enemy with a short knife, and kicked another guy on the waist during the struggle, and the remaining peasant soldiers were awakened by a burst of screams.
But it was too late. The soldiers of the first company were working in pairs, and these guys died in the blink of an eye.
· Then, the large army that received the attack signal on the other side of the river quietly walked onto the bridge and walked all the way towards the Lombard camp. -
· After arriving at the camp on the river bank, there was no movement in the camp except for snoring everywhere.
Obote immediately issued the order to attack, and the young and strong peasant soldiers of the reserve regiment quietly approached the sleeping Lombards, and began a massacre without sword collision.
Seeing the Lombards being wiped on the neck by their own soldiers in their sleep, Obote had a slight smile on his face~
Until a reserve regiment soldier accidentally kicked over the iron helmet under his feet.
The soldier watched as the iron helmet rolled down the gentle slope and made a sharp clanking sound after hitting a cobblestone.
The sudden sound instantly woke up a Lombard peasant soldier who was lying in a hollow not far from the cobblestones.
The peasants and soldiers opened their confused eyes, and happened to notice Roger, the deputy commander of the reserve regiment, who was raising a dagger to the neck of his companion on the left front. Frightened, the peasant soldiers shouted loudly throughout the camp.
Rogg pulled out the dagger, turned around, and the dagger plunged into the guy's head like a sharp arrow off the string. With a bang, the peasant soldier fell to the ground.
At this time, the Lombard peasant soldiers who woke up picked up the weapons on the ground and began to fight with this group of unknown attackers.—
Faced with the clearly superior enemy force, the Lombards quickly began to flee in all directions. Until they discovered that the camp had been surrounded by the opponent, they quickly gave up resistance, threw away their weapons, and surrendered on their hands and knees.
Those who were unwilling to surrender jumped into the cold river water, trying to escape the enemy's pursuit. But the arrows that kept flying toward the water turned them into houses floating on the river.
· Seeing that the situation was not right, the noble officers in the team immediately jumped on their horses, tried to break out of the encirclement, and fled south. However, not long after the few people hit the horse and ran away, they were driven back by soldiers holding spears who suddenly appeared at the intersection. Within an hour, more than half of the Lombards were killed or wounded, and the rest all surrendered and were captured.
This surprise battle ended with the victory of the reserve group.
—You guys, please gather all the wheat and other materials on the large carriages over there and make a list of them. In addition, the weapons, armor and captured valuables must be carefully guarded by the family. Once the officials from the Chinese army arrive, all will be handed over to them. Our mission will be considered completed~"
"Yes, Lord Obote." After that, several soldiers from the reserve regiment ran towards the carriages not far away.
At this time, Obote, the leader of the reserve regiment, stood on a boulder with his hands on his hips, his face glowing red, and he orderly ordered his soldiers to start cleaning the battlefield.
For him, this was the first real independent battle of the reserve regiment. Although Colin's company was tasked with assisting in this battle, these Lombards were mainly killed and captured by soldiers from the reserve regiment.
Although they were dealing with the third-rate Lombard army whose combat effectiveness was far behind the reserve regiment, this battle enhanced the courage and courage of the young peasant soldiers of the reserve regiment to a certain extent. In addition, in addition to the valuable goods and large quantities of food and grass supplies that need to be handed over to the legion, these soldiers can obtain a small amount of captured property from the defeated and dead Lombards, which has a special effect on boosting the morale of the young soldiers.
Looking at the Lombard prisoners in the camp who were being escorted together and a few Lombard noble officers huddled beside the carriage, Obote let out a long sigh of relief.
After cleaning the battlefield, the soldiers of the Reserve Regiment and the First Company did not continue to go south, but stayed in place to wait for the arrival of the Welsh Legion.
At dusk, the large groups of the Welsh Army and the Palace Guards finally appeared on the other side of the river. After nightfall, the heat of the day gradually receded and the temperature dropped sharply. Layers of thick fog began to rise from the river, moving continuously along the lower reaches of the valley.
After a whole day of marching, the Central Military Command Camp of the Southern Expedition Army decided to camp in the river valley and set off early tomorrow morning.
Shortly afterwards, campfires were lit outside the military tents set up along the river bank, accompanied by the noise of the soldiers. The dancing flames are reflected on the water, and as the river flows, it looks like a girl wearing a golden tulle dancing happily.
Not long after, the aroma of wheat paste and minced meat wafted over the camp·
“Come on, guys, let’s drink to the brothers of the Reserve Regiment for catching the rats that escaped overnight!” In a temporary military tent near the river bank, the company captain Weitz raised his glass and shouted loudly.
"Okay, let's have a drink!"
"Cheers!"
Everyone raised their glasses and drank it down in one gulp.
In the afternoon, when most of the Wells Legion arrived in the river valley, several senior officers of the legion heard that the reserve regiment had won the "first battle". In order to celebrate the victory of the reserve regiment led by old friend Obote in defeating the 500th enemy army in Lombardy, several senior officers of the legion who followed Art at almost the same time as Obote decided to celebrate together.
As soon as it got dark, several people rushed to the temporary military tent one after another after finishing their military duties. At this time, Spencer, the head of the Radiation Department of the Legion who first arrived here, had already prepared food and wine to celebrate the victory.
While other soldiers in the camp were eating steaming minced meat and wheat paste, a few of them were tearing into the soft stewed pork and devouring it.
"..You don't know how anxious I was when I saw that iron helmet was about to hit the stone. With a "clang", the Lombard Baron in front of me suddenly woke up and saw that I had raised my dagger, and his eyes were as big as copper balls~"
"Hahaha——"
Everyone couldn't help laughing loudly.
"What happened to that bastard in the end?" Hans, whose mouth was full of oil, looked at Colin curiously.
Colin suddenly stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of drawing his sword. He glanced at the old guys present, made an upward stroke and said, "I wiped that bastard's neck with my sword~"
Hearing this wonderful scene, everyone present was impressed by Colin's decisive action.
, when did you become like an adult, always thinking about exchanging those noble officers for ransom? Wouldn’t it be nice to kill those bastards, wouldn’t you, brothers?
The rest of the people agreed.
A sneeze!
In the temporary command tent surrounded by other marching tents on the south bank of the river, a sudden gust of cold wind blew in from the gap made Art couldn't help but sneeze.
He tugged on the deerskin coat on his body and complained to Angus, Odo and others beside him: "This damn weather! How long will it continue to be cold?"
Looking at Art's somewhat thin body shaking constantly, Odo and Angus looked at each other and smiled. But Father Robert and the guard Ron remained silent.
Hitchhike, Art put down the quill in his hand, looked at the map on the table and turned around and asked: "Odo, is there any news from Count Balian?"
Odo looked up at Art and replied: "My lord, there is no news yet."
“It stands to reason that Earl Balian cannot be unaware of such a big movement in the south.” Art said to himself.
As an ally of the Welsh Legion, Balian only sent a secret letter to Art after leaving Wellsburg. At that time, Balian was sending people to pursue the Lombard Western Army that was escaping all the way east to Milan. News of the three thousand mercenaries had not yet spread from the southern territories.
· Now that several days have passed, it is impossible for Provence not to know the news from the south.
Suddenly, an ominous premonition emerged in Art’s mind.