Amid the rapid sound of snare drums, the two brigades of Palathu soldiers pulled into an airtight wall, ruthlessly driving the wounded soldiers of Hed towards the confluence river.

In his not-so-long career, Winters has seen many tragic scenes, but everything in front of him is still unbearable:

People are like animals to be slaughtered in cages, densely packed together.

Thousands of wounded soldiers were trapped on a dry shore that was too small to be smaller. In front of them were the tip of a spear with undried blood, and behind them was the cold and turbulent river water.

Too many people, too small places.

Your shoulders were pressing against my chest, and my back pressed against his back. Everyone could not move, and their bodies were almost out of control.

The Hudders outside stood in the water deep at their knees, and the Hudders inside were still pushing them out.

They shouted in despair and begged, trying desperately to squeeze onto the shore, and were then swept into deeper waters by the crowd.

The women and children cried in the distance, and even the veteran Paratu, who was accustomed to life and death, could not look directly into the Hed people's eyes.

But the snare drum kept urging the Palathu soldiers to continue moving forward.

The space of Hurd's wounded soldiers on the shore was further compressed, and the Hurds who refused to move were stabbed to death, and the Hurds who wanted to break through the spear wall died faster.

A few lucky people seized the loophole and passed through the spear wall. They were killed by the Paratu cavalry from behind after taking a few steps.

Finally, the Huds were completely driven off the dry shore, and the Palathu soldiers also walked into the river and pressed them step by step.

One, two... One after another, some Hurd's wounded soldiers were washed away by the rapids, while the snare drums were still ringing.

Winters finally met the scene's top commanders Colonel Haugwitz and Colonel Laslow.

[Note: Haugwitz is the second in command of the "Alpad faction", and Laslow is the second in command of the "Sekler faction", the former is a cavalry officer, and the latter is an infantry officer]

"Two officers, I'm blunt." Without time to introduce myself, Winters made a point: "You can deal with these Heds, which is equivalent to helping the barbarian chief Yasin."

Colonel Laslow looked at Winters with a numb expression, then turned his head and said nothing.

"Who are you?" Haugwitz frowned and looked Winters up and down. The colonel obviously did not know the little lieutenant in front of him.

But Haugwitz then looked at Qiangyun and suddenly sneered, as if he had recognized the horse.

"Oh, it's you." Haugwitz also turned his head and looked at Winters directly: "Isn't this the Venetta boy that General Alpad likes especially? Are you a good horse here, Lucian species?"

Seeing that the two colonels were too lazy to pay attention to him, Winters was anxious and angry.

Winters suppressed his anger and said quickly: "There are nearly 10,000 prisoners here, either the wounded, the elderly, women, and children. They want to eat, drink, live, and they can't go to the battlefield. Killing them all is to help the white lion get rid of tens of thousands of burdens!"

In the end, Winters was almost yelling: "Two sirs! Don't you understand the truth that [a tragic and angry army will definitely win]?"

He took the word "supervisor" very seriously and his tone was extremely disrespectful.

Haugwitz was furious, he glared at Winters and shouted, "[Old words] What do you know?"

Winters terrified his neck, faced the colonel's gaze, and pushed back with his eyes.

The smell of gunpowder in the air was almost suffocating, and nearby soldiers subconsciously turned their backs and did not dare to get involved in the conflicts between the officers.

A rapid sound of horse hooves sounded from behind, slightly dispelling the smell of gunpowder, and Andre finally caught up.

He pulled the horse to salute the two commanders and shouted at Winters: "Lieutenant Montane! What are you doing here? Lieutenant Colonel Jeska is looking for you!"

"Go away quickly! Lieutenant Colonel is waiting urgently." Andrey pulled his horse to Winters and pulled the latter's sleeve: "Two sirs, please allow us to leave first."

Haugwitz snorted, shook his head bored, and waved his hand, "Get out."

Winters shook Andre away and continued to ask: "Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

Haugwitz laughed furiously, but before he could do anything, Lieutenant Colonel Laslow, who had been silent until now, spoke before him.

Laslow looked at Winters expressionlessly: "No, what you said makes sense...Drumman, stop the drum!"

The deadly snare drum finally stopped.

The soldiers of Palatu stopped at first, then retreated back to the river beach under the guidance of the centurion and lined up again.

Haugwitz was stunned, touched his chin, but finally said nothing.

The Huds survived and hugged each other and cried bitterly. They stood in shallow water with each other, but they were still unable to get ashore.

Laslow summoned a cavalryman, and after a few commands, the cavalryman rushed towards the camp.

"Don't I understand what you said?" Haogwitz looked at Winters and said in a lesson: "The wounded soldiers will heal, the children will grow up, and women will give birth to more soldiers. These are Yasin's tribes, so they cannot keep alive!"

Winters was not willing to be outdone and retorted: "It will take at least one month to heal the wounded; it will take at least five years to get into the battle; it will take at least fifteen years to give birth to more men for women. But if I guess correctly, Yasin is behind us! Which one is anxious? Which one is slow?"

"We have our own considerations! How the legion deals with the Yasin tribes, can you let you interrupt?" Haogewitz paused heavily and said in a summary manner: "The winner takes everything from the loser. This is the rule of the wasteland. You Venetta people don't understand it at all! If we lost in the North Shore, will the Huds be kind to us? Your heads have long been saddled!"

Laslow stared at Winters, his expression still numb like a puppet: "I have sent someone back to ask for instructions. The two generals have their own arrangements for this matter. You can leave."

Winters was still a little dissatisfied, but what he said was not the final word. The colonel used the Legion Commander to suppress him, and he had nothing to say.

He saluted and left with a horse.

As he walked back angrily, Winters suddenly recalled his days in Wolf Town.

Although he was in danger twice in Wolf Town, he recalled now that he was actually very happy at that time.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The villagers of Wolf Town respect him. He talks the same thing on weekdays, and no one points finger at him.

Even the days of leading the Wolf Town Hundreds as civilians are more comfortable than they are now.

He finally understood why the old sage would say, "A local emperor like the garrison will not be replaced even if he gives a thousand households."

Being controlled by others is the most afflicting thing in the world, especially in the highly hierarchical army.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt, the more I thought about it, Winters grabbed the whip rod and glanced around, and finally waved a whip into the air: "[Vulgar words]!"

This is his last calmness - he didn't get a strong luck because he couldn't bear to leave.

"When did our buddy suffer this grievance? I want me to tell you, you should have put your big cross on just now and show it to him!" Andrey was not good at enlightenment, and he sighed rarely: "If you bear it, hold on until you go home, we won't let the stupid X-Day Sheepman carry the life!"

"Don't mention going home."

"Why?"

"Every time you mention going home, I have a bad premonition." Winters held the locket in his hand, and the desire to go home was so strong for the first time.

He didn't open the locket, and he couldn't face Anna at this moment.

"Okay, I won't mention going home until I go home." Andrei spat on the ground and said with some annoyance: "Damn it! The old man and the children must also be killed! The border people! So fucking savage!"

For some reason, the word [barbaric] comes from Andre's mouth, naturally bringing three-point black humor.

After a moment of silence, Winters thought and asked, "That infantry colonel, named Laslow? It always feels a little strange."

"Laslow?" Andrei thought for a while and slapped his forehead: "I heard that a high-ranking official's son died in battle, and it seems that his surname is Laslow?"

Winters couldn't help but sigh.

On the other side.

Seeing the two centurions riding away, Colonel Haugwitz said to Colonel Laslow casually: "Hmph, I didn't expect that the waiters of the Venetta people actually had straight corners like those of the plateau people?"

If you were saying to your subordinates, this whisper might have caused a burst of laughter.

But Laslow turned a deaf ear, as if he had heard nothing.

Haugwitz looked at his colleague's face carefully. Laslow's facial features are now like puppets, losing his former charm.

Although the two of them are always inconsistent, Haugwitz also has a son and daughter, and he can't even imagine the pain of losing a child.

But Haugwitz couldn't help but let out an almost inaudible sigh.

...

Time is tight, and we can't wait for the entire army to gather.

Early the next morning, four brigades that had already assembled set off as the vanguard.

Because the Jeska Brigade was prepared early, it was also among the vanguard troops.

There was no sense of ritual, no mobilization, no speeches. Orders were issued, regardless of standing army or auxiliary army, all troops took out the carriage and left.

The Jieshika Department has the same advantage, because it was a baggage unit and forced many vendors to recruit vehicles and mules and horses, so their carriage retention rate was much higher than that of other troops.

The more than 4,000 Hed horses captured by the Battle of the Terdunte camp were attacked at night, and a small part of them were taken away by the army.

There are still more than 500 left in the hands of Lieutenant Colonel Jeska. Although it is unusable, it is better than nothing.

With the original mules, horses, war horses and a small number of donkeys, nearly a thousand large animals were killed, so the Jieshika tribe was not short of horses that pulled carts.

Bard was worried: he wanted to do heavy work, not only to give hay, but also to feed. Nearly a thousand large animals, the fodder they eat every day was a terrifying number.

You must carry as much as possible when you set out, but you are afraid that the animals will not be able to hold on.

So Bud picked out more than 40 militiamen who had raised horses, and Angru was responsible for supervising the use of mules and horses in the brigade.

"Mr. Angelu not only knows horses, but also knows how to feel sorry for animals." When Bard reported to the lieutenant colonel, he commented on the pony shepherd: "It's also because it's not his own."

"Then he." Jeska nodded in agreement: "I would like to be a temporary sergeant and get rid of a few more thorns. Otherwise, he would be too young to suppress others."

When the appointment was issued, the militias in Wolf Town were saying: "The little horse hook is really a horse officer now."

[Note: Angelu is a hook, his tone is formal and his tone is a big name, and his tone is an ambiguous one is a nickname]

In the morning light, the vanguard crossed the temporary bridge, arrived at the south bank of the confluent river, and then marched eastward.
To be continued...