Walk, build camp, rest, walk...day after day.

The fatigue and boredom of the march can be seen through Winters' records:

On the first day, we marched along the south bank of the confluent river, and crows pecked at the floating corpse, and nothing happened.

On the second day, we continued to go east, the weather turned cold and nothing happened.

On the third day, I walked to the [Alpad] and crossed the river, but the water was gone; I set up a base on the north bank of the siege, and nothing happened.

On the fourth day, continue the march and nothing happened.

On the fifth day, the march was marching and nothing happened.

On the sixth day, nothing happened.

On the seventh day, the eighth day, the ninth day, no records were written.

On the tenth night, Bard, Andre, and Mason sneaked into Winters' military tent.

With the dim lights, several people spliced ​​the small map into a broken large map.

If you want to see the small scale map of the Legion, their level is not enough.

Fortunately, their immediate boss was John Jeska. Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was used to giving his subordinates a large-scale tactical map to explain and explain the terrain.

The map is the route.

After watching for a long time, Andre concluded: "We are heading northeast."

"Nonsense, the key is why you have to go northeast?" Mason supported his chin and unconsciously rubbed the stubble with his thumb.

"The Styx is all because of the Styx," Winters yawned so much that he pointed to the open space outside the map and said, "The pontoon bridge is gone, so you can only swim upstream and find a narrow place on the water surface to cross the river."

Andrey yawned too. He got up and moved his stiff muscles, and asked impatiently: "How far will it take to go back to Paratu?"

Winters raised his hand gently.

"call out."

"call out."

Two subtle sounds of breaking through the air.

There is an extra steel nail on the small circle representing [Bian Li] on the map, and another steel nail flew into the ground outside the drawing.

If you are an unfamiliar officer, you may think that Winters is showing off his skills when he sees this scene.

But several people in the military tent knew that Winters was trying to force himself.

The more tired he is, the more frequent the use of magic will be in non-combat.

The phantom pain made the drowsy Winters slightly awake. He supported his forehead and whispered: "The Styx Camp is coming to Bianli. I remember we left for eighteen days when we came."

Bard thought for a moment and replied: "That's right, it's eighteen days."

"In the eighteen days, considering the marching speed of the baggage team, I would rather calculate it more than that, even 200 kilometers."

"almost."

Winters found paper and pen and wrote, "After crossing the Styx, it's an unman's land, and it's another 100 kilometers. Together, it's 300 kilometers."

"Just count as 300 kilometers, there is no need to be that accurate." Mason also picked up the rope ruler and started to measure with the help of Bard.

Mason and Bard were responsible for the measurement, Winters was responsible for the calculation, and Andre was responsible for watching the fun.

Several people finally concluded that they are now about 210 kilometers away from Matoupo Town and about 98 kilometers away from the Styx River.

"It's not far." Andre estimated optimistically: "Twenty days?"

The other three people all turned their eyes to the River Styx outside the map, but the river was there - the River Styx.

210 kilometers, the journey of strong transportation will not exceed four days, and it will be faster if there is a backup horse ride.

But marching is not a horse racing field, the problem is not a distance, but a terrain.

Rivers, hills, and mud are just a little trouble when they come, but they are blocking the road when they leave.

Other roadblocks are easy to deal with, Kurvalya - the Styx is the key.

When the Jeska team came, they took the supply line, which was the closest route in theory.

Because the Palatun planned the supply line simply and roughly: the line segment between two points is the shortest, use a charcoal pen to pull a straight line for Bianli and Matoupo towns on the map, which is the principle supply route. The actual route is a correction to this straight line.

The intersection of the supply line and the River Styx is where the floating bridge once existed.

Although that intersection is not the best location to choose, relying on early reconnaissance and planning, well-trained engineers and a large number of prefabricated components, the Palatu army has the ability to build bridges in locations that are not suitable for building bridges.

But being able to do it at that time does not mean that being able to do it at this time, the retreating Palatu army did not have as much left as it did when it came.

Several centurions guessed that the original pontoon bridge was destroyed, and only with the existing resources, the Palatu engineers were unable to build a pontoon bridge of the same size.

So the Palatu army had to move upwards to the shallower and narrower crossing points.

Then you have to take a detour.

"I don't know." Winters shook his head and said, "Where is the bridge? We don't know. Are there pursuers behind? We don't know either."

"Annoyed!" Andrey complained: "Hide it and tell us nothing, we have to guess ourselves!"

Winters was also a little uncontrollable: "I should have reported some of it. I didn't say anything, which made people panic."

Andrei complained about the Palatu army, but in fact, the Venetta army was similar.

To prevent leaks and panic, combat intentions and intelligence are strictly blocked. Never inform the next level of officers until the last moment.

Most of the time, soldiers don’t know the whole story when they go into battle.

Military maps are even more confidential.

Thirty years later, drawing maps and charts is theoretically a privilege for clergy, because "mortals have no right to depict the world created by God."

The Paratu Army stipulates that centurion-level officers are not allowed to use them and check the small and medium-sized military maps, but can check and use the large-scale tactical maps.

But in actual operation, the centurion could not see any map at all - there was no need for the centurion to carry out strategic maneuvers.

The reason why Winters and his men had maps on their hands was because Lieutenant Colonel Jeska drew them.

When drawing maps for subordinates, Jeska is still the only one in the Paratu army.

"It's time to keep it confidential." Bud said a fair word, and he started to clean up the map: "Everyone will go back and rest quickly."

The oil lamp was turned off.

In the darkness, Andrei's indignant voice could still be heard: "Walk, walk, walk, walk, and walk every day, and I don't know where to take us. It's better to come to some Hed for us to have fun."

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On the eleventh day, the Jeska team encountered the Hud Light Cavalry.

Few people saw the Hud cavalry, but most of them heard clear gunfire.

As soon as the whistle cavalry gun was fired, several Dusaks at the end of the team immediately jumped onto the saddle and ran towards the source of the gunshots.

As the closest officer, Winters rushed to the end of the team first, and he could only see the backs of a few Dusaks getting farther and farther away.

"Who was going?" Winters asked in a stern voice.

"Mr. Millet." The Wolf Town militia replied: "And Vasia, the Dusak of their tent has gone."

Andre arrived quickly with more than 20 Dusaks.

"What's going on?" Andrei asked.

"The gun has fired, I don't know anything else." Winters replied.

While talking, Pierre and others had crossed the hillside and left everyone's field of vision.

"Don't be stupid!" Andre shook the whip and ordered loudly: "Come and take a look! Follow me!"

Before he finished speaking, Andre rushed to the hillside first. The other Dusaks did not hesitate and urged the horses to follow closely.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was the third officer to arrive at the scene.

The lieutenant colonel's one-eyed look scanned the fields, and there was only desolation. He asked Winters in a deep voice: "Hard?"

"I don't know." Winters shook his head: "Entrepreneur Cellini just brought people over."

"At most, there are only a few sentry detectives, so that your people can continue to walk without stopping."

The sound of roaring hooves came from far to near, and the cavalry squadrons assigned to the vanguard troops rushed over.

The Hussars rushed past the Jieshika brigade like lightning and rushed straight to the hillside behind.

"Kill all the Hurd barbarians!" Some militia shouted at the Hussars.

Logically speaking, his voice should be completely covered by the sound of horse hooves.

But the shouts penetrated into the Hussar's ears.

A Hussar took off his beautiful hat and waved at the militias of the Jeska brigade, as if saying "Look at us."

A burst of cheers suddenly rang out from the militia's queue.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska whispered: "You're alive and die... You're alive and die."

"What did you say?" Winters didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska glanced at Winters and instructed: "Let your people continue to walk without being prepared for defense, the Hudds didn't follow up so quickly."

Winters nodded and ordered his team with amplification: "Continue to move forward! No staying!"

The Hussars in gorgeous military uniforms also disappeared behind the hillside, and the vanguard had no time to wait for them and continued to move forward firmly.

About an hour later, the figure of cavalry appeared again behind the Jeska brigade - the Palathu cavalry.

"Five people." Pierre led three horses to report to Winters: "All of them were killed."

"Good done. You seized these two horses and keep them yourself."

Pierre saluted and turned and left.
To be continued...