The steel-like General Yanosh disappeared, the tough guy who was swaying with a loud voice like a bell was gone, and there was only an old man who was as angry as a slept on the military bed.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Brigadier General Sekler was shocked and speechless.

Major General Alpad, who rushed into the tent after hearing the news, stepped on Sekler's footsteps, but he could no longer hide it.

"What's going on?" Sekler's lips shivered.

"First it was typhoid." Alpad walked to the bed, tucked the horns of the old man's quilt, and whispered: "Then there was a stroke."

Sekler rushed towards Alpad, grabbed the other person's collar hard, and his anger had already made him lose his mind: "You are so brave! You dare to isolate the inside and outside! You... you dare not hide it! You! What do you want to do?"

Alpad was so offended by his junior, but he was not angry at all. He looked at Sekler silently.

Compared to General Kianosh's loss of command, Alpad's unscrupulous behavior made Sekler even more shocked and angry. This was no different from a mutiny.

Sekler's chest was fluttering violently: "If you hide it for one more day, you will be surrounded by one more day? What do you want to do next? Can't hide it from what you want to do that day? Kill us all? Talk!"

"Have you finished getting angry? Then let me tell you." Alpad took the other party's hand away from his collar: "Once the news of General Yanos' stroke spread, the morale of the army will definitely be shaken, and it will only give the barbarian chief [Yasin] an opportunity to take advantage of."

"Shut up!" Secler was furious: "General is seriously ill, so we should retreat immediately! You conceal the news just to continue the battle! Just to get another star! For your own selfish desires, you ignore the safety of the army, Alpad Duyaum! I am incompatible with you!"

Major General Alpad sneered disdainfully, and he dragged a bench to sit down for a while, asking, "Do you think I'm for power, status, and star?"

Sekler said nothing, his eyes that almost exhaled anger were the answer.

Alpad patted the dust on his breeches and said carelessly: "As long as you support me, I will apply for retirement after the battle and go home to raise horses and grow flowers."

The only answer to the major general was a cold snor from the depths of his nose.

The other party obviously didn't believe it, but Alpad was too lazy to swear anymore. He stared at Sekler and asked word by word: "Do you know why we are here?"

Sekler was stunned, his anger was slightly relieved, but he still didn't speak.

"I tell you, this battle is not for land, slaves, money, power - it has nothing to do with all of them!" Alpadyan pointed his finger in the direction where Hed's land was: "We are here to fight this city!"

Alpad paused and continued, "I had noticed the man who built this city when he rode an old horse for me as a scout eighteen years ago. When he had only fifty households fifteen years ago, I had already recorded him on the list. Over the years, I have watched him roll bigger and bigger on the grassland like an avalanche, and even awaken in dreams at night."

Sekler did not expect that the other party would say such a thing, and was suppressed by the major general's momentum for a while.

"The Republic is now the drunkard sleeping on the firewood pile." Alpad gritted his teeth: "I don't care about the star of the general! I came here to flatten the Chihe tribe! I am extinguishing the fire for the Republic! General Sekler!"

...

No one knew what kind of agreement Alpad and Sekler reached. Anyway, in the afternoon of that day, all the school-level officers in the military were called to attend the enlarged meeting.

Although the meeting was expanded, it would not be able to expand the meeting any more than the lieutenants such as Winters.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska went to the meeting - although Lieutenant Colonel is currently a humble militia sequence, he is still a serious school official.

The lieutenant colonel had just gone to the conference, and Winters, Bard, Andre and Mason also gathered in the tent to hold a small meeting.

Mason and his servile prisoners were officially assigned to the Jeska brigade. Now they are grouping together to keep warm, and there is still a way to take care of each other.

There were no outsiders in the tent, and several people surrounded the Soya Lu and started talking without any scruples.

"I think no one can suppress anyone, otherwise they would not engage in military democracy." Mason held a cup of hot water and smacked his lips: "I can't say that I have to use anonymous vote."

Winters put his boots on the edge of the iron stove and said casually: "It's better to fight or withdraw, making up your mind than to waste your energy."

Andre, who was reaching out to cook the fire, nodded deeply in agreement.

No one knows the anxiety and restlessness in the Paratu army now better than the lower-level officers.

There were even cases of self-harm among the soldiers, and many people were quietly packing their luggage.

"I guess I'll still have to fight." Mason yawned: "I heard that four waves of slaves had been sent into the city one after another. If the troops were withdrawn, wouldn't the Japanese Sheep man have lost to death?"

Andre became interested: "What does it mean to release slaves into the city?"

Others also pricked their ears.

"Before we come, General Alpad ordered the arrested slaves to be driven into Bianli City - of course the old, weak, sick and disabled. The Huds in the city have backbone and accept everything."

The tent was quiet for a moment, and only the firewood in the furnace was beating and burning.

...

To drive away the elderly, weak, sick and disabled into the city is an "extremely indecent" siege tactic.

Letting people into the city is equivalent to adding more mouths to consume reserves. If you don't let people into the city, the defender's fighting spirit will be weakened.

Sometimes, the defenders even take the initiative to drive the elderly, weak, sick and disabled out of the city, and what follows is a tragedy on earth.

Winters knew this very well, not only had he heard of it, but had also witnessed it.

When Gusa fought against the city, the defenders who lacked supplies decided to drive the "useless mouth" out of the city, but they were immediately driven back by the besieged army.

There was nowhere to go, hunger and fear, the poor people wandered among the city walls and the siege barriers for eight days.

Winters had never seen a human who was more desperate than those, and none of them survived in the end.

Although it was unwise for the Hurds in the city to release people into the city, Winters felt a little admiration.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading!…

Bad suddenly frowned and asked, "Taniria no longer buys slaves. Do the Paratus still capture slaves?"

The archipelago has been divided by the Union Province and Veneta. The Union Province allows slave trade, but prohibits the storage of slaves in the Union Province, and Veneta simply bans them all.

"Is that so? I don't know much about it." Mason was stunned: "But if the islanders don't buy it, they can still sell it to the principalities south of the Golden Peak Mountains. The Hurd slaves are sought after. They are all pagans, and there is no moral pressure to enslave them."

The Palathus’ tradition of seizure capture has always been criticized by other allies, and it is also an important part of the stereotype that “the people of the Highlands are very barbaric”.

"Let the Palatus take you away and sell it as a slave" is a classic word for scaring children by the citizens of Hailan.

But when Winters came to Paratu, he found that there were almost no Hed slaves in the country of galloping horses, and they were all exported. Perhaps because they were too close to him, they were afraid that the Heds would run back.

Mason thought for a while and added: "There is no need to sympathize with the Huds. In the early years, they captured the Paratus as slaves. However, the war situation over the years has been one-sided, and the Heds are beaten and screaming, so only the Paratus plundered the Heds as slaves. It is said that the Heds themselves will also capture each other's slaves... Hi! This account is a big deal."

Lieutenant Mason's words made others sigh. The Huds and the Palatus have been tug-of-war with each other for hundreds of years. They may not be able to explain all of them clearly. It is too arrogant to outsiders to judge right or wrong.

The four of them chatted around the stove to some old stories from the past, interesting stories from the military academy, and the life in the front-line camp was hard and boring, which was a rare leisure time.

There are two main forces of standing corps beside us, and even if we fight, it is not the turn of the militia.

The Jieshika Brigade finally assumed the real responsibility of the militia again, mainly doing some manual labor such as digging trenches and toilets. The next day, he had to go to a faraway place to cut trees and pull them back as firewood.

Andre and Lieutenant Mason were unhappy every day and considered themselves to be talented, so they couldn't get excited.

Winters felt nothing, he was very happy to stand behind the Palatus when they were fighting.

In the middle, Berryon came in to the tent and handed the repaired barrel to the lieutenant to check.

This rifled rifle is used too much in practice and combat, and the rifle is hung with lead. Not only does the correct head become worse, but there is also a risk of blasting the rifle.

Originally, Winters had no good idea, because it was logically said that he would leave it to the gunsmith to deal with it, but Berryon said he could solve it.

The blacksmith's method is simple and clever. He first inserted an iron rod into the barrel, poured it on, and pulled it out and applied rapeseed oil.

In order to maintain the pomp of senior officers, the logistics department transported a lot of porcelain tableware from Paratu, which was inevitably damaged during transportation and use.

Berryon picked up broken pieces of porcelain, crushed them into powder, sifted them, and sprinkled them on lead sticks.

Rub back and forth in the barrel with a lead stick attached to porcelain powder. After a while, the part of the lead hanging will be worn off.

Winters checked the barrel of the fire, and the chamber was bright and bright, and there were no burrs.

Its smoothness is not inferior to the two spring-rolled guns given to Antonio by the Swearer. Moreover, the two guns are smoothbore guns, and Winters' gun is a rifled gun, which is more difficult to polish.

Polishing has always been the hardest part and most expensive part of the production of weapons and armor.

Winters thought to himself and asked the blacksmith: "Mr. Berryon, can you rifle?"

"Rifling?" Berion said hesitantly, "I don't understand very much, but it is said that he needs to use a rotating car."

"Can a rotor be built?"

"I've seen it, I haven't made it."

Winters probably knew it. The blacksmith didn't want to say it, so he didn't continue to ask.

The lieutenant smiled and patted the blacksmith on the shoulder: "Mr. Berryon, it's a pity that you stayed in Paratu. Come with me to Venetta, you will make a fortune. I promise that the sea blue people must especially like the rifled pistol."

Andre laughed at this, but Mason and Bard were a little confused.

But Bud quickly figured it out and shook his head gently and smiled. He explained to Lieutenant Mason with his ears, and the Lieutenant couldn't help laughing.

In the tent, Berryon was left alone and was at a loss.

"What are you saying? I'm laughing so happily?" Another man lifted the curtain and walked into the tent, bringing in a chill.

The lieutenants heard the familiar voice and all stood up.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska walked straight to the iron stove and reached over the cover to roast the fire.

Seeing this, Berryon was about to leave.

Winters took out his purse and threw the barrel and purse at the other party before the blacksmith left the tent.

There were only a few officers left in the tent, and Lieutenant Mason plucked up his courage and asked, "Will it be done so early? Sir?"

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska sneered: "It's not possible at all, it's just calling us to arrange the battle."

"Have the upper party agreed?" Winters asked.

"I don't know what the two old guys Sekler and Alpad are doing, and General Yanosh doesn't show up." Jeska's tone was a little suspicious: "I have to fight... but it's not our turn to go into battle."

The four lieutenants all breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!