[Barn outside Green Valley]

Although Major Alder Felt did not know whether the legend of the "Blood Wolf" was true or false, nor did he know how many of the "Blood Wolf" deeds were left to be told, he had realized one thing - he could no longer let the people in front of him

The soldier continued.

Because even if the story told by the opponent is squeezed dry and folded twice, the results of the "Blood Wolf" are still daunting.

Major Felt originally planned to expose the inconsistencies in the story told by the other party, and use a few wisecracks to ease the fear of the enemy among his subordinates who had just suffered a defeat.

After all, what important information could a private know about an enemy general? It must have been the nonsense told by a drunkard who was willing to pawn his pants for a glass of ale in some smelly tavern.

However, looking around and seeing the faces of his subordinates, Major Felt realized that he might have made a mistake.

"Okay! What...the story of wolf blood, is it the old lady's foot-binding cloth? Why isn't it finished yet?"

Major Felt raised his voice to interrupt the soldier who was dismantling his own fighting spirit, stepped forward, grabbed the soldier's shoulders with both hands, and lifted him up: "Look at your dejected look now! Are you still a soldier of the Republic?"

Stand up straight for me!"

After that, Major Felt personally arranged the collar and buttons of the soldier whose name he did not yet know, and evened out the wrinkles on the latter's shoulders: "Soldiers must behave like soldiers. We are an army founded by Marshal Ned himself, but

Not the slave soldiers of the false emperor! Soldier, what is your name?"

"Matthew." The thin soldier belonging to Maple Stone City's brigade answered in a low voice.

It was only at this moment that Major Felt discovered that the "soldier" in front of him was just an underage boy, with a face that was still childish and covered in soot and dirt.

"How could the recruiter of the New Reclamation Army recruit children into the army?" Felt couldn't help but wonder: "Are there no adult men in the New Reclamation Army?"

However, now was not a good time to criticize the recruitment policy of the newly established soldiers. Major Felt patted the soldier on the shoulder hard, turned around and scanned the other soldiers, and asked in a pretense of relaxation:

"Don't scare yourself with the absurd stories you hear! If the leader of the rebels was really as powerful as you say, would we still be alive now? Then why didn't he quickly transform into a werewolf and eat us all? Does he dislike me?

The meat is too old?”

Some people laughed, some didn't laugh, but it was still a little better than the lifeless atmosphere just now.

Major Felt climbed onto the haystack and struck while the iron was hot: "I know what everyone is afraid of - you are afraid of failure!"

"Yes, we suffered a defeat today!" Felt showed great passion and eloquence: "But in Bazenauer in the north, Lieutenant Colonel Saner has already fought with the main force of the Sixth Army.

The troops will join together. The trapped rebels will be wiped out in front of them. Just like the river will merge into the sea, the current defeat is only temporary, and victory will eventually belong to the Grand Council and the Second Republic!"

Several officers took the lead in applauding, followed by sparse applause in the barn.

Major Felt signaled for everyone to disperse and immediately walked down the haystack.

Second Lieutenant Nemeth - the commander of the 10th Group - stepped forward immediately, his eyes full of admiration and his tone respectful: "Don't be arrogant when you win, and don't be discouraged when you lose. Sir, you are really like a general."

Felt glanced at Second Lieutenant Nemeth. He had always disliked this young boy who liked to please his superiors, otherwise he would not have assigned the latter to the 10th Battalion.

He suppressed his anger and asked: "Do you believe what I just said? Do I believe it? Do they believe it? Can you afford a full meal?"

Second Lieutenant Nemeth's face suddenly turned blue and white.

Major Felt also realized that his temper was a little out of control and did not say more harsh words: "The top priority is to get something to eat for the big soldiers. I asked you to collect supplies. How many did you find?"

Second Lieutenant Nemeth reported hurriedly: "Before 'clearing the firing range', I collected some food and drink from nearby farmers' houses, but... it was far from enough to fill everyone's stomachs. I also found some flour and wheat, and the barn There may be some wheat in it. But...but the hand mill and cooking utensils were all on the baggage wagon and were lost with the baggage wagon..."

Major Felt's eyebrows frowned unconsciously. He bit his nails and turned to look inside the barn:

The three brigades plus the broken soldiers who were being accommodated along the way - at least 1,500 soldiers were crowded under one roof. Many of them didn't even have space to lie down and rest, so they could only sit huddled and hugging their knees;

They were hungry, exhausted, and their minds were filled with the disastrous defeat in the evening and the sound of hooves in the thick fog, and now they were still fighting for a bale of hay and a piece of dry flat land.

"If you don't have a millstone, go find a millstone. If you don't have cooking utensils, go find cooking utensils." Felt's eyes were aggressive: "The residents of this village have fled, but can they take everything away? Find them!"

"Yes." Second Lieutenant Nemeth immediately replied: "As long as the enemy's light cavalry retreats, I will go find them immediately and take them myself!"

Seeing Lieutenant Nemeth's statement, Felt felt a little better. He nodded and started to chase people away: "Is there anything else?"

"Well..." Lieutenant Nemeth approached the major mysteriously and said in a low voice: "Sir, among the finer foods found in the nearby farmhouse... I have given it to you... don't dislike it..."

Major Felt's impression of Nemeth, which had just improved, immediately became worse. With a tigerish face, he ordered: "Food should be given to the wounded first."

Nemeth thought it was the major who was embarrassed: "You can rest assured, no one will know, I..."

But Major Felt used his eyes to stop Nemeth from continuing. The latter wisely closed his mouth, saluted, and turned away dejectedly.

Felt stared at Lieutenant Nemeth's back, his empty stomach churning untimely.

Lieutenant Kadar was the second to find the major. He raised his hand in salute and reported straight to the point: "Major, the shooting holes have been drilled, but there is very little ammunition, only what the musketeers carry with them; the fence of the barn is also made of wood. The temporary reinforcement may cause some trouble for the enemy cavalry; I have arranged for soldiers to take turns keeping vigil on the roof - but judging from the posture tonight, the rebels probably just want to scare us, and the earliest possible attack will be tomorrow."

Felt nodded slightly. Although he admired his subordinate's performance today, he did not express too much praise.

Second Lieutenant Kadar was Major Felt's only gain from today's defeat. Felt originally disliked the aloof and arrogant Second Lieutenant Kadar - otherwise he would not have thrown the latter into the position of captain of the Ninth Battalion, which was second to last in the command hierarchy. on the position.

However, Lieutenant Kadar's performance today was very impressive. Not only did he effectively gather his troops when attacked, he also led his own light cavalry to rush out of the square to fight the enemy several times. In the matter of "maintaining the morale of the large square"

He has made many contributions to matters of life and death.

"It seems that as long as there is a chance, a sharp awl will always pierce the pocket." Major Felt thought to himself: "Although it is a bit prickly."

Major Felt cleared his throat and asserted: "The rebels must have known that we have lost all our supplies. They want us to stay up all night in an attempt to overwhelm us with hunger and fatigue. But you are right about one thing.

We are safe tonight. This stone building is very strong, and the rebels will not be stupid enough to run into it. You should also rest as soon as possible, Lieutenant."

Second Lieutenant Kadar did not move his legs. His expression was stiff and he said as if he was not used to it: "It is a rare achievement for you to lead the troops here for the first time. This defeat was because the enemy was too strong.

Qiang, please don’t blame yourself too much.”

Although he knew that the second lieutenant was trying to make excuses for himself, Major Felt felt even more bitter in his heart. He waved his hand: "A defeat is a defeat. There is no point in making excuses afterwards. This defeat was all because I was greedy for credit and rushed forward. I will submit a report in the future.

I will take full responsibility and not involve you. However, the most important thing right now is what to do tomorrow - at least we have to survive until the defeat report is written so that we can have the opportunity to discuss the gains and losses of this battle."

"This is what I want to say." Second Lieutenant Kadar pursed his lips, and a layer of gloom formed between his brows:

"Major, I asked the escaped troops of the 7th and 8th Brigades, and they all agreed - the enemies who ambush them were mainly infantry, with almost no cavalry. The light cavalry chasing us came from behind us, so no surprise

In other words, they are old friends who harassed us along the way. And the enemy who ambushed us... is probably another army."

"Of course I know that the enemy ambushing us is an infantry force." Major Felt smiled scornfully: "How could those black light cavalry riding inferior horses eat up all three of my brigades?

Even if a large group fights together, they can't break it, let alone three large groups! They will only hit their heads and bleed."

Second Lieutenant Kadar's eyebrows knitted into a knot, and his voice unconsciously became a little depressed: "Except for the preparatory work, don't you think the enemy's fighter planes were captured very accurately? The coordination of the ambush troops on both wings was like a finger. The concentration at that time

The smoke covered the sky and the sun, and I didn't even know the location of the other brigade, but the enemy seemed to be able to see through the smoke wall. He was like... he was like a first-rate swordsman, and we were third-rate. He would know when we made a move.

What are we going to do? Every sword hits our weak sword..."

Major Felt was a little displeased: "Lieutenant Kadar, there is no need to belittle yourself, and there is no need to exaggerate the enemy so much."

Second Lieutenant Kadar lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, he took a deep breath and changed the topic: "Major, attack three brigades from two directions, and want to maintain this attack width - according to our

Judging from the length of the marching column, the enemy must have at least - and I mean at least - two brigades of troops."

Major Felt did some mental calculations and felt that the estimates of the two brigades were still less, but he did not speak and just nodded: "It means that the rebels have divided their forces, which is a good thing. The more enemies we have in front of us, where will Major Saner

The greater the chance of winning.”

"You are right, I also think that the rebels should dedicate a special force to guard the back road." Second Lieutenant Kadar swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his expression became a little strange: "But have you ever considered... can mobilize more than

Who could be the rebel army that has two brigades of infantry, can also command a light cavalry unit equipped with Hed horses, and is also suitable for fighting independently?"

Major Felt's expression became more and more serious as he listened. He compared Lieutenant Kadar's description with the intelligence in his memory. He was silent for a long time before speaking: "You don't want to say that the enemies we encountered today are 'rebels' rebels.

'——Tiefeng County rebels, right? In other words, Tiefeng County not only allowed the rebels to cross the border, but also took the initiative to join the rebels? Or even that the rebels boldly let them act alone to guard the retreat for the entire army? "

Lieutenant Kadar did not answer directly, but continued to ask: "Do you still remember who the commander of the Tiefeng County rebels is?"

"Montagne, Winters Montagne." After saying this name, Major Felt said nothing for a long time. After some struggle, he reluctantly spit out the title: "Wolf's Blood"

."

"I want to tell you one more thing." Lieutenant Kadar seemed to have experienced a more painful struggle than the major, and his face almost turned the color of pig liver: "I, I, I... I know Winters Monta

Captain Nirvana."

"You know him?" Major Felt's jaw dropped in shock.

"Squad leader Montagne." Second Lieutenant Kadar forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "He is my district captain."

Major Felt crossed his arms, thoughtfully.

Second Lieutenant Kadar added quickly, and his voice became softer as he spoke: "I only know who Winters Montagne is in the Army Academy. I'm not sure who Winters Montagne is in the mouths of the Montagne district captain and the soldier.

I don't know if S. Montagne is a person... let alone whether he is..."

Major Felt said nothing, only questioned the second lieutenant with burning eyes.

Kadar was about to burst into tears: "Blood Wolf."

…

When Kadar explained in detail everything about Winters Montagne in his memory in front of Major Felt, in the Green Valley a few kilometers away, under the blood-river-like clouds, there was another unique "alumni meeting"

” is being held.

"What's it called?" Andre asked with a smile.

He was bare-chested and stood astride. At the same time, two auxiliary soldiers were working together to tie circles of cloth around his waist.

The cloth was tied so tightly that it almost cut into the flesh. Andre was smiling, as if he didn't feel any discomfort.
To be continued...