Green Valley is burning.

The once lush green valley with fields and fields has now turned into a red valley.

The fire on the south bank spread to the mountains, not only not extinguished, but became increasingly out of control; the ashes with embers drifted across the Ashsop River in the wind, and the wheat fields on the north bank were also ignited.

The two sides of the valley were illuminated by fire, and the Ashsop River, which reflected the flames, looked more like melted glass. The clouds were also painted with the color of hell by the carnival demons, and even the enchanting and terrifying blood river above Green Valley Town can be seen from a few kilometers away.

Major Ald Felt merged the only three intact infantry brigades left in the form of one "big square formation". When he tried to reorganize the formation, black-clad cavalry kept jumping out of thick fog and raiding the still-cabinet formation from all directions, intending to completely defeat Felt's troops.

Felt not only had to use all his strength to block the attacks of the enemy's light cavalry, but also did his best to prevent the self-disintegration of the large array.

Fortunately, there was only one Paratu saber and a short Hedma black cavalry lacked the ability to make a final decision. They could only launch a terrorized charge and could not break the gun forest.

The enemy infantry did not catch up with him either - the fire isolated the battlefield, and while cutting Felt's troops in half, it also caused considerable trouble to the enemy.

Major Felt's command fought and retreated, and retreated to an unknown farm outside the valley.

There is a large barn in the southwest corner of the farm with a stone wall of half a meter thick and two floors high. It is a grain warehouse shared by the villagers.

When passing by here in the afternoon, Felt noticed the sturdy and tall building at a glance.

So when he retreated outside the valley with three brigades of remnants, he immediately occupied the big barn.

It is the month when the weather is not suitable for the pasture, and there is nothing in the barn except for some forage.

While Felt sent someone to chisel a shooting hole in the barn wall, he sent someone to demolish the farmhouse near the barn to clear the shooting range.

Wood and stone removed from the farmhouse were used to reinforce the barn, and things that could not be taken away were burned.

After winning a little breathing time for himself, Major Felt finally found an opportunity to count the losses:

The sixth battalion that entered Green Valley Town was completely destroyed - if it weren't for Felt's cautious nature, the remaining five battalions would have faced the same fate as the sixth battalion; the seventh battalion with the marching sequence was high, and the eighth battalion no longer existed, and the captain had no news. The unit's system was destroyed, and only the scattered defeated soldiers escaped; the ninth, the tenth battalion escaped because of its location, but there were already a small number of soldiers who took advantage of the chaos to get away, and the soldiers left behind were also anxious and had no intention of fighting.

In addition to the losses of personnel, Felt's troops also lost all the baggage carriages, food, ammunition, and equipment along with the baggage carriages.

If it were normal times, Alder Felt might have begun to consider which era of war history to choose as his lifelong research direction.

However, Major Felt is not willing to make plans for the future now, even if it is a matter of the day after tomorrow, he has no extra energy to think about it.

At this moment, he was only thinking about one thing wholeheartedly - how to survive tonight?

The residents of this unknown small farm have found that their homes have become battlefields and have fled overnight with their families.

Standing on the roof of the barn, Major Felt could see a full load of four-wheeled carriages, livestock, and humans were running along the main road in the direction away from Green Valley. In the direction of Green Valley, the flames have not yet been extinguished.

The swaying dim lights are almost connected in a line, and the crying of children can be heard in the wind.

The scene in front of him made Felt feel inexplicably sad, but soon he was no longer in the mood to be sentimental.

Perhaps the burning farmhouse attracted the attention of the enemy, and shortly after Felt ordered the clearance of the shooting world, the enemy chased after him.

The sky had completely turned dark, and the fire in the farmhouse temporarily shut off the night around the barn.

However, in a place where the fire cannot shine, deeper in the night, the black-clad cavalry once again appeared from the thick fog.

First there were only scattered sounds of hoofs, and then more and more cavalrymen joined the ensemble. They seemed to be performing some mysterious ritual, constantly surrounding the barn where the Felt tribe was located.

In the end, the barn was filled with the sound of horse hooves, making it difficult to tell how many enemy cavalry were racing in the darkness.

The spirit of some defeated soldiers trapped in the barn was also forced to collapse.

"It's a wolf! That's not a human! It's a wolf!" A soldier with disheveled hair threw away his weapons, rolled and crawled towards the barn gate, and shouted madly: "I've seen a wolf! The wolf will run around the prey! Only the wolf will run around the prey! This is a sacrifice! It's a wolf that wants to offer us as a sacrifice to the demon! Escape! Run away! Run away! Let's run away!"

There was no need for Felt to speak, and Lieutenant Kadal, who was guarding the gate, knocked the crazy deserter to the ground with one punch.

Kadal stepped on the deserter's back, grabbed the deserter's hair, gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword, and looked at the major inquiringly.

Felt hesitated, and he shook his head.

Kadar inserted his sword into the crack of the bricks, asked his subordinates to tie the deserters up in large quantities, and stuffed the deserters' mouths tightly with straw.

Throughout the whole process, the crazy deserter kept struggling desperately, whimpering and screaming.

The other soldiers were attracted by the crazy deserters, who watched silently as Lieutenant Kadal controlled the deserter, not knowing what they were thinking.

Major Felt signaled that Lieutenant Kadal would take the deserter into the barn loft and take care of it alone, so as not to have much morale to the latter.

"What wolf? What demon? They are all crazy talk!" Major Felt said deliberately loudly: "I think he was scared silly!"

Felt patted the walls and doors of the barn, pretending to be indifferent, trying to eliminate the impact of the emergencies just now: "This house is very strong, and it is enough to be used as a fortress. If the rebels could make an attack, they would have made an attack long ago! Is it necessary to crawl like an ants outside? Tonight, each of the 100-man teams take turns to watch, and the others should hurry up and rest."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The barn is silent, and you can only hear the roar coming from outside the wall.

The soldiers neither spoke nor rested as the major said, but stood quietly in place with weapons.

A soldier who belonged to the Fengshicheng Brigade raised his courage and asked timidly: "Major, but I heard that there is really a wolf in the general of the rebel army..."

The soldier's voice was very small, but the barn was too "quiet" so everyone heard his trembling murmurs.

Major Felt's last thought was that someone would continue the topic of "wolf", but now he had to maintain the loyalty of the soldiers as much as possible, so he waved affectionately: "Don't be afraid, come forward and say loudly! What did you say just now? There is a wolf in the general of the rebel?"

No matter how Major Felt waved, the soldiers who asked the question did not dare to step forward. One lieutenant couldn't stand it and grabbed the collar of the soldier who asked the question and dragged the latter to the open space in the middle of the barn.

"What kind of wolf? Can a wolf be a general?" Major Felt looked around the soldiers and asked with a smile: "Can it be that the order is written on the food bowl, and the wolf will execute which order to eat the food bowl?"

Some soldiers from Xilin Province laughed, but there was no smile on the faces of the soldiers from Maple Leaf Fort.

"No, it's not a wolf, it's a human, it's a wolf." The soldier who asked the question swallowed his spit hard and recounted the legend he had heard incoherently: "The rebels all called him [Wolf Blood], and some people say it's because he can become a wolf at the full moon..."

"It turned out to be a nickname." Major Felt was interested in imagining what kind of officer would get such a nickname.

He sat on a pile of hay and encouraged him: "Don't be afraid, say it slowly. Tell me everything you know about 'Wolf Blood'."

...

Just as Major Felt was listening to a story that had been told by unknown numbers, the protagonist of the legend he was listening to was now outside the town of Green Valley, less than five kilometers away from him.

The command of the Tiefeng County Governor's Army is being transferred.

While destroying the communications and files that cannot be taken away, the clerks at the command center put on the back of the undestroyed documents.

Losing Captain Mason's overall positioning, the transfer process of the command lost its previous orderly style, and seemed a little disordered and panicked.

Winters himself was sorting out the map. When Jacob Green walked into the tent, he just looked up and nodded slightly.

"Sir." Jacob bent over and greeted: "The clerks are all ready."

Jacob carefully glanced at the map on Baominguan's small table and unexpectedly found that the parchment paper marked with complex marks was not the map of Green Valley, but the valley rivers of Changhu Town, Snake and Bazenaur.

Winters was concentrating on the work on the map, measuring and writing calculations, as if the person outside the tent shouted that the horse was neighing did not exist: "Get ready and go. The sooner you catch up with Mason Protective, the safer you will be."

"Yes." Yakob turned around and wanted to leave, but he could not give up the opportunity to peek into the inner world of the Blood Wolf and asked boldly: "Have you turned your attention to the next brilliant victory just now?"

"Glorious victory?" Winters repeated the word, with a tone of sarcasm and bitterness.

"Yes, brilliant victory! At least I will record this way!" Jacob insisted: "Four battalions against six brigades, defeating half and repelling half - only paying a trivial price! If this is not a brilliant victory, what else is?"

"A trivial price?" Winters asked calmly: "Look at the scene outside the tent, Green Valley has been turned into Fire Valley by me."

"It's just a season of harvest. New buds will emerge from dead trees, seeds will sow again, and sooner or later, the Green Valley will return to its original state."

"Maybe. But they will never trust us anymore."

Jacob fell silent, and he carefully said: "This is... the necessary price to victory."

"No need to comfort me, Mr. Green. I know what I'm doing. But that doesn't change what I've done..." Winters paused the ruler and charcoal in his hand and continued to rust: "No, nor should I feel any comfort."

Jacob stopped talking, and he stayed quietly with Winters Montane for a while. The latter did not drive him away, but just continued his own calculations.

An angry footstep sounded outside the tent, and Seber Carrington kicked open the curtain and stepped into the tent.

Seeing that there were other people in the tent, Major Seber swallowed the question back. He held his arms and stood by the door, looking at Jacob Green without saying a word.

Jacob hurriedly gave up.

The guy in the way had just left the tent, and Major Seber's roar immediately rang: "Why don't you let me chase me?!"

"Your light cavalry lacks the ability to attack." Winters explained rationally and restrainedly: "And they are too precious. They have the courage to shake the big array, but I don't want to waste them on shaking the big array."

"Where are your infantry?! I can't attack? Where is Captain Mason's cannon?!"

"The fire was out of control and the infantry troops had to retreat, otherwise they would be dragged into the fire. Captain Mason's artillery had already evacuated early, and lacked the support of artillery. Facing the big array head-on battle will cause us to suffer high casualties."

Major Seber was going crazy, his roar louder: "High casualties? When you should pursue victory, you are worried about casualties? Do you know? Once the Unionists have a foothold, we will pay higher, higher, higher casualties than we are now?"

"We can only accept the fact that we cannot completely annihilate the enemy today."

"You missed the fighter!"

The voices of the two men reached outside the tent, and the guards were so scared that they shrank their necks. The clerks tried every means to hide away, not even dared to listen.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Another series of heavy footsteps sounded, and Andre, who was naked, lifted the curtain and walked into the tent. It was Jacob Green who ran to find him.

When he saw Major Seber spraying spit on Winters from a high place, Andre was not angry but happy.

"Don't look at me, I'm not here to persuade me to fight. Only Mason will do such a thankless thing as a slap in the fight, and I don't care."

Andre leisurely walked to the other end of the tent and poured himself a glass of water - Winters's tent was only clear water.

He turned around, leaned against the small chest of drawers, and said enthusiastically: "Besides, I have always been curious about which of you two has better sword skills."

Major Seber snorted, stood up straight, and briefly sorted out his old military uniform.

He took a deep breath, held the saber and said coldly: "The fire on the south bank has reached the mountain, and the Provincial Avenue is completely accessible. The Unionist troops are outside the Green Valley, and my subordinates have locked his position. Now we have a chance to wipe them out in one fell swoop. If we are a little later, the Unionist will strengthen the barn into a tortoise shell!"
To be continued...