Chapter 803 Marching into Amos
Francesco’s vision went beyond that. He shook his head slightly and made an in-depth analysis of the current situation.
"Your Majesty, Duke, you are only half right~" Francesco said and walked towards the wall with a map hanging on it. "Your Majesty, please see, the Kingdom of Burgundy is located between Lombardy, Swabia and the third principality of Lombardy. Now the northern part of Lombardy has reached It has been occupied by the Principality of Burgundy, the Principality of Provence and the Mountain Confederation. If we can persuade the Principality of Burgundy and the Principality of Swabia to join forces and launch attacks from the north, east and west of Burgundy, in just a few days, they will be able to thrust their swords directly into the heart of Besancon, the heart of the Principality of Burgundy."
After listening to this analysis, Duke Witott had to admit that he had underestimated the military minister who had just taken office. So, he walked quickly towards Francesco, seemingly finding a way to solve Milan's crisis.
The main reason why they didn't take action in the Battle of the Throne was because of the threat of France's thousands of iron hooves. In addition, the Duke of Burgundy had always wanted to monopolize the Burgundy Kingdom, so he never planned to join forces with Swabia, an old enemy. But now the opportunity is in front of them~"
Francesco pointed to the location of Besançon on the map and continued: "As far as I know, when Flanders went south, he brought all the Palace Guards Corps formed by the old Longxia Army to the south to fight with us, plus the Earl of Southern Xinjiang Almost all of his elite troops are in Lombardy, so the defensive strength around Besancon is greatly weakened. Once the Duchy of Burgundy and the Duchy of Swabia attack at the same time, Besancon will fall in less than three days, and the Burgundians outside Milan will naturally retreat."
Duke Witott crossed his arms on his chest and occasionally stroked the white beard on his chin. "However," Duke Witote took a step forward, "once Besançon asks Paris for help, the Principality of Lombardy may have to retreat because it is frightened by France's thousands of iron hoofs—"
Francesco looked at Duke Witote and vowed: "As long as the Principality of Burgundy and the Principality of Swabia move quickly enough, Paris will not have time to react. Furthermore, France's main energy is now focused on the fight against the church. There are simply not enough troops to participate in this quick war. I think that once Burgundy and Swabia join forces, even if Paris is stronger than the two, they will have some scruples. After all, these two principalities are not as weak as Provence~"
After listening to the military minister’s incisive and thorough analysis of the current situation, the Duke of Lombardy finally showed a long-lost smile and said with emotion: “If we had thought of this earlier, we would not be as passive as we are now. I think the Duke of Swabia and the Duke of Burgundy definitely don’t want the Kingdom of Burgundy to turn into a threat to their status under their noses. The lion, only by eradicating it in time can the two old guys sleep peacefully~ Without further ado, you draft the document right away——" Late that night, two carrier pigeons were released from the inner court of the Milan Palace and flew towards the north~
As everyone knows, the message they sent almost put the Burgundy Kingdom into despair soon.
In the early morning of the second day, before dawn, the temporary camp outside Aletchisburg was already crowded with people.
According to the order issued by the Chinese Army last night, the legion will set off early this morning, continue northward, and arrive at the next destination before sunset - Amos Manor, which is half a day's journey north of Arichsburg.
Before the departure of the large army, a flag regiment under the Weitz Company of the First Division of the Welsh Army set off early. Their mission was to search all the way north along the route of the army's advance to avoid the harassment incidents that occurred along the way from Tira City to Aletchisburg, which would delay the advance of the army.
When the bells in the small church located in the northeast corner of the military fort rang, Art was sitting at the long discussion table in the Lord's Hall, enjoying the oatmeal mince porridge and refined wheat bread prepared for him by the kitchen alone.
After taking a few mouthfuls of steaming vegetable soup, Art picked up the tablecloth on the side and wiped the remaining juice from the corner of his mouth, and touched his slightly bulging belly, feeling very satisfied.
At this time, the guard Ron came in from outside.
"Sir, Brother Otto and the others are all ready and ready to go at any time."
Matt picked up an untouched piece of bread on the dinner plate and handed it to Ron. He turned around and took off the white linen cloak hanging on the shelf at the rear left and tied it around his body. He picked up the stainless steel knight's sword on the table and stuck it around his waist.
Looked at the bronze mirror near the gate, then went out, got on his horse, and led the guards towards the north gate——
After a while, the sky gradually became brighter. The mist from the surrounding mountainous areas moved towards the military fort little by little with the breeze, gradually wrapping all the buildings.
The military fort was already overcrowded at this time, and officers at all levels kept shouting at their soldiers to rush outside the north gate, where they would gather and prepare to continue heading north.
Spencer, ask your men to deliver these things to the north gate immediately, the army is about to set off! At the exit of the north gate, Angus, who was riding on horseback, saw Spencer walking in the group of supply troops from a distance, and seeing that the congested streets were full of carriages, so he could not help but urge.
However, Spencer didn't hear what Angus was saying at all, and coupled with the fog that filled the surroundings, he didn't even see Angus anywhere.
"Lord Angus, I'm looking for you~" Outside the city gate, Art's bodyguard was running towards Angus.
Angus glanced at the indifferent Spencer, whipped his horse hard, and ran through the city gate in the blink of an eye, running towards the outside of the fort——
It was not until sunrise that this team of thousands of people left Arachisburg and walked slowly towards the north.
At this time, the soldiers guarding the city gate were all replaced by soldiers belonging to the Welsh Legion and young peasant soldiers from the reserve regiment.
On the city wall, the blood-eyed howling wolf heraldic flag fluttering in the morning wind seemed to be watching this invincible army.
By the windows of several north-facing houses, the residents who had not left home all day and night quietly watched the retreating team, with mixed feelings in their hearts——
h "—Beautiful girl!"
h "I miss you so much~"
"When I return home after the war,"
"You must marry me——"
"Hahaha——"
In the distant team, sultry country songs were heard from time to time, causing the soldiers to laugh loudly~
After marching for half a day under the scorching sun, at noon, this large army of thousands of people finally arrived at a river bank.
Looking at the lush aquatic plants around the river bank and the little bits of new green emerging from the hills in the distance, Art, as the commander of the army, was filled with emotions.
Since leaving the valley in the snowy winter, the soldiers of the Welsh Legion have been on the road for several months. In the blink of an eye, the traces of winter have gradually disappeared, replaced by a spring full of vitality.
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Before Art could speak, Angus beside him couldn't help but said: "I said, Brother Odo, why are you always speaking in a formal manner now? You don't look like a legion commander!" After that, Angus bit open the cork of the water bag and spit it to the side, and poured two mouthfuls of water into his mouth. Perhaps it was because he hadn't drank strong alcohol for a long time, and the water flowing down his throat made him feel dull, and he sighed.
Seeing this, Odo responded unceremoniously to Angus, "Yes, I am speaking in a formal manner now, but it is better than our Lord Angus. I see that you have been without strong drinks recently, and you walk like those elderly nobles in the city, staggering -"
Everyone laughed loudly after hearing this.
Angus was so angry at Odo's words that he twisted his nose and stared, wanting to kick Odo.
"Okay, give me the order, the army will rest on the river bank in front, fill their stomachs before setting off."
"Yes, sir."
After a while, thousands of soldiers took off their bags and equipment and ran towards the river.
At this time, Art and Odo were sitting on the ground under a few big trees close to the river bank. Ron took out a large bag of dried meat and rye bread from the saddle bag on his horse and handed them to several people.
Just as everyone stuffed the dry food into their mouths, a figure on horseback appeared on the commercial road not far away.
After a brief conversation with the soldiers on guard outside, the man followed the direction of the soldier's finger and glanced at the big tree where Ate and the others were, and then rode towards the river bank. At this time, Stanley, the captain of the task force, who was sitting not far from Ate and the others, recognized the guy who was galloping towards this direction on horseback, and immediately stood up to meet him.
After a while, Stanley took the guy to where Art and the others were.
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"Sir, this is the man we have placed in Milan!" Stanley pushed the very haggard-looking task force soldier in front of him.
"City of Milan?" Art raised his head instantly. Looking at the soldier's chapped lips, Art hurriedly picked up the water bag on the ground and handed it to him.
"Thank you, sir!" The task force soldier took the water bag and poured it into his mouth several times. Then he took the rye bread handed over by Angus, tore off two pieces, and swallowed it with water.
"Sir, I~"
Looking at this guy's hungry look, Art interrupted him, "We'll talk about it after we've eaten and drank enough! Ron, give him a few pieces of dried meat~"
"Yes, sir."
The soldier took the dried meat handed over by Ron, tore it hard, and chewed it.
"Thank you, sir!" The soldier did not forget to thank him repeatedly when he took the food.
Looking at this guy's tattered clothes and the wounds scratched by thorns all over his body, Art knew how much he had suffered along the way——