[Green Valley]

[East side of Provincial Avenue]

The fire snake is dancing wildly, and the east wind is roaring.

Winter wheat, which has not yet completely faded, is like wet forage, and when it burns, it spews out stronger smoke than hay.

The fire, thick smoke and heat waves were wrapped in a wall of strong winds, mixed with crying and roaring, sweeping across the Green Valley from east to west.

Standing behind the wall of flames, the surrendered soldier "Pako" from the first battalion of the new army in Tiefeng County only felt weak legs, dizzy, and unable to take a step.

The scene like the fire in front of me was also a "credit" from Paco. Is he sprinkled pine oil on the wheat ears, was he transported the dry materials to the farmland, or was he... releasing the fire of destruction with his own hands.

The monkey saw Paco standing in a daze, walked up and patted the recruit on the back, but found that the recruit's eyes were full of tears.

"It's all burned, it's all burned..." Paco choked and said, "Nothing is gone."

The monkey's shoulders trembled, and he rubbed his nose as if he was careless, and said hoarsely: "Yes, it's a pity, it's a pity."

"Stop!" Lu Xirong walked over with a short spear and whispered: "You can also point fingers to the Blood Wolf's decision?"

The old sergeant's mouth and nostrils were covered with wet cloth, and only a pair of eyes were exposed under his helmet: "Hurry up and wear a triangle scarf!"

The monkey immediately fell silent, bent down and took out the triangle scarf from the bucket prepared in advance. He twisted it a few times, covering his nostrils and mouth like an old sergeant.

Lu Xirong stood solemnly with a spear, with charred farmland just over fire under his feet, and behind him were the fire and smoke that spread across the sky.

His eyes swept over young faces, and the old soldier had no expression on his face and told him concisely: "The fire is full of smoke and the wind is changing. You must follow me closely and never get separated."

"Yes!" The monkey and the new soldiers in the six tents replied in unison.

Lu Xirong turned around without saying a word and led his subordinates into the attacking position.

When all the soldiers of the First Battalion were waiting for the attack order behind the ridge of the field, the monkey quietly came to Lu Xirong's side.

He half-squatted behind Lucirong, gritted his teeth, and asked Lucirong tremblingly in a voice that was so small that only two could hear, "Sergeant, we will compensate them, right?"

Old Lucirong stared at the burned golden field and said desolately: "I don't know either, monkey, I don't know either."

The shrill sound of the military horn suddenly overwhelmed all the noise, and then all the war drums rang out together.

Not far away, a short figure jumped out of the ridge of the field again: "Everyone has it! Shock-forward!"

The monkey and Paco looked at each other, and followed them to climb over the ridge of the field and rushed to the provincial avenue between the farmlands.

...

Meanwhile, on Provincial Avenue.

"The wind is from east to west! Fire and smoke are from the east!" Major Felt stood on the mound, looking down at the battlefield, raised his whip and pointed at the east side of the avenue:

"The enemy must be in the east too! Just after the line of fire! They want the fire to be their vanguard, and wait until our system is broken up, and then rely on cavalry assault to completely destroy us."

Except for the captain who led the team into the city, the remaining five professional officers under Felter were all by his side at this moment. The five of them looked tense, but they all held on without showing any fear or panic.

"We cannot escape if two legs run without four legs. But there is no need to be afraid! The enemy is behind the line of fire, so we still have time before the fire spreads!"

Major Felt determined the enemy situation in a few words and ordered without any surprise in the face of changes:

"Since the fire comes from the east, then we will move to the west! Take your troops to the west side of the avenue! Clear the combustible material beside the road! The terrain of Green Valley is high in the west and low in the east. We use the Provincial Avenue as the fire barrier, and we are on the west side of the main road, facing high! Form a formation to meet the enemy!"

At this moment, an honorary officer in a new uniform rushed towards Major Felt, and his crying could be heard from a distance: "Major! All crazy! Crazy rebels! They were ready to harvest wheat and burn! How dare they? How dare they? Let's retreat quickly!"

"Shut up!" Major Felt was furious and pulled out his sword, slammed the horse's ribs and rushed down the mound. He changed his usual good-looking behavior and cursed: "Bastard! Where is your 100-man team? Go back to your soldiers immediately! Otherwise, I will execute you with my own hands!"

The honorary officer was so scared that he was dumbfounded with a look of earth. He wiped his tears and did not dare to say a word, and ran back in shame.

"Everyone." Felt carried his sword and turned to look at the 22nd class officers who had graduated last year and had just returned to China this year, and said earnestly: "The only one I can rely on in this battle. I trust you with all my heart and soul. I hope you can stick to your phalanx and not let me down."

The five officers raised their hands and saluted them solemnly, and each went to find their subordinates. Their figures were dived into the smoke and disappeared quickly.

The snare drum played a rapid melody, and the scolding and shouting were endless.

As the orders were passed step by step, Felt's troops were like snakes awakened from hibernation. Although they were still very slow, they were indeed restoring their ability to move.

Just beside Major Felt, two hundred men were driven down the avenue by the officers and non-commissioned officers and wooden sticks, and rushed down the avenue into the farmland on the west side of the road.

He vaguely heard someone yelling: "Full the team! Reorganize the team! Hurry up and pull out the wheat grass around you!"

Regardless of his safety, Major Felt continued to stay on the mound and anxiously observed the movements of the brigades.

"Time!" His heart was pumping violently, and he could even feel the blood vessels on his neck and forehead expanding and contracting as the heart pumped: "Time!"

With a little more time, his troops could be reorganized. By then, no matter how many Paratu cavalry there were, they would not be able to destroy his phalanx.

However, the smoke came faster than the flames. In a blink of an eye, both sides of the Provincial Avenue were completely covered by thick smoke.

The soldiers covered their mouths and noses, and still couldn't stop coughing. The war horses were almost out of control, and some cavalrymen had to lead their horses and walk.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Major Felt's vision was also blocked. Except for the few messengers beside him, he could no longer see any farther away.

Suddenly, the smoke came after the loud smoke, and followed by the roar of killing.

The terrifying shouts and killing sounds were like huge waves, slapped the soldiers' hearts one after another. A scream came from nearby Felt, as well as the scolding and reprimands that followed.

The gunshots came from the front, and Felt immediately realized that the troops in the front had already taken over the enemy!

He resisted the urge to go to check the battle situation himself, pulled a messenger from behind, and ordered in a sharp voice: "Go to the Sixth Battalion immediately, ask Second Lieutenant Imre about the battle situation, and then come back and tell me immediately!"

"Yes!" The messenger raised his hand to salute with a sad face, pulled the reins tremblingly, ready to leave.

"Tell the troops along the road!" Major Felt issued another order to the back of the messenger: "Be careful to be prepared for attacks from the east side of the road! Beware of the raids of enemy cavalry! Once the fire spreads to the avenue, the enemy will come!"

"Yes!" The messenger left after he was beaten.

A series of rapid horse hooves came, and Major Felt raised his sword alertly, but only one rider rushed out of the smoke - Lieutenant Kadal, the captain of Felt.

"Major! My brigade has reorganized the formation!" Lieutenant Kadal rushed all the way up the mound, and asked anxiously: "Please go to the crisscross of the 9th brigade for a while."

"No!" Major Felt flatly refused: "If I leave here, the other brigades will completely lose command."

"If you are attacked and killed, other brigades will lose command!" Lieutenant Kadal stepped forward and grabbed Major Felt's reins, almost begging: "Have you forgotten the team of rebel light cavalry before? You can leave a few messengers here on duty, but you must leave with me!"

Felt struggled for a long time, punched his thigh hard, and followed Lieutenant Kadal to leave the mound next to the road.

...

On the other end of the battlefield, Winters Montagne, who was also observing the battlefield, had his sight blocked by smoke.

But unlike Major Felt, the light cavalry under Winters kept reporting to him the latest battle situation, so that even if he could not see the battlefield, he could still "see" the entire battlefield clearly.

Even because there were too many communication cavalry configured, the information obtained by the command was too messy, and Shire had to lead a group of clerks to summarize and organize contradictory reports - this work was previously under the responsibility of Captain Mason.

The sky was getting darker, and Andre walked back and forth with sighs.

"Old Master Baomin!" Charle was about to walk to Winters-the title he used in public had been formal-the tone could not hide his excitement: "The enemy has completely retreated to the west side of the road! It is trying to reorganize!"

Winters put down the Nurellen bell in his hand: "Let Bart Shaling attack."

"Yes!" Charles took the order and left.

Andre sat beside Winters and whined, "It's going to be completely dark soon. Should I be my cavalry..."

"No, I don't want to waste your cavalry's physical strength." Winters closed the map: "The enemy has not completely entered the ambush field, and today we may not be able to wipe out the enemy. Perhaps, we have to consider a backup plan."

"Ah?" Andrey glared.

...

On the north side of the battlefield, Lieutenant Orsin of the Eighth Battalion of the "Sixth Legion" was trying his best to maintain the phalanx without collapsing.

Unlike the information provided by Major Felt, the enemy's troops were not light cavalry who wanted to take advantage of the situation, but well-equipped and fiercely combative infantry.

Although the opponent was not large in number, he captured the weakness of the new recruits under Second Lieutenant Orsin's command, and with the help of smoke cover, he turned a head-on battle of thousands into a close connection of dozens of people.

Two of the six hundred-man teams under Lieutenant Orsin were defeated in the melee, and the remaining four hundred-man teams and the defeated soldiers were gathered together by him to form a brigade-level square formation, and they supported them with their backs against the road.

The enemy troops who launched an attack from the east side of the road saw the brigade-scale square formation, took the initiative to retreat, turning to pursue the fleeing small groups of soldiers.

However, not long after, gunfire sounded around Lieutenant Orsing.

The rebel musketeers set a cold gun at the phalanx of Lieutenant Orsin through the smoke, but the musketeers under Orsin could only rush around like headless flies.

The desperate Orsin prayed like crazy, praying that the fire would be extinguished as soon as possible, praying that the smoke would be dissipated quickly, praying that the reinforcements would arrive quickly, praying that the night would come so that he would have a chance to evacuate in the chaos.

...

On the high ground on the west side of Green Valley, Bart Shaling is waiting for an order to attack.

"Battery Commander, I still don't understand." "Jiu Fingers", a former sergeant who was recently promoted to company commander, whispered: "Why are the first battalion working? We still have to put it here and watch?"

Bart Xialing carefully observed the firelight in the distance and asked casually: "Have you ever hunted with Baomin Officer?"

"No." Jiuzhi shook his head and said regretfully: "I was the army that I joined after Lord Baomin took down Revodan."

"You will understand if you have hunted with Baomin Official. But it doesn't matter if you haven't hunted. You will understand if I say it." Bart Xialing broke a branch and outlined it on the ground: "Hunting - I mean hunting. Generally, people are divided into two teams. One team is responsible for making movements, frightening the beasts, and scaring the deer and rabbits; the other team has to set up an encirclement to block the beasts."

Nine fingers nodded without understanding.

Bart Xialing pointed a branch with a finger of smoke and fire, and said with a smile: "Don't look at the first battalion firing the first shot, but they are just driving away wild beasts. If you really want to eat your prey, you have to rely on us."

Jiuzhi understood and asked excitedly: "What do you mean - we are the main attacker this time?"

"Yes. This tactic is called..." Bart Xialing rubbed his forehead and found the answer in his memory: "This is called the anvil hammer tactic! But this time, the chopping board is an infantryman, and the hammer is also an infantryman. And this time, the first battalion is a chopping board..."
To be continued...