[Barn outside Midoriya]

Although Major Ald Felt did not know whether the legend of "Blood Wolf" was true or false, nor did he know how much of the deeds of "Blood Wolf" were left, he had realized one thing--the soldiers in front of him could no longer continue to talk.

Because even if the story in the other party was wrung out and folded in half twice, the result of the "Blood Wolf" was still daunting.

Major Felt originally planned to reveal the contradictions in the story told by the other party, and then used a few jokes to alleviate the fear of the enemy of his subordinates who had just suffered a defeat.

After all, what important information can a soldier know about the enemy general? It must be in a stinky tavern, and a drunkard who was willing to take off his pants for a glass of ale was talking nonsense.

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

"Okay! What... the story of Wolf Blood, is it a foot binding? Why is it smelly and long?"

Major Felt singed a loud break of the soldier who was dismantling his fighting spirit, walked forward, grabbed the latter's shoulder with both hands, and lifted the latter up: "Look at your dejected look now! Are you still a soldier of the Republic? Stand up straight for me!"

After saying that, Major Felt personally sorted out the collars and buttons for the soldier who had not yet known his name, and flattened the wrinkles on the latter's shoulders: "Soldiers must have the appearance of soldiers. We are the army established by Marshal Ned himself, not the slave soldiers of the pseudo-emperor! Soldiers, what are your names?"

"Matthew." The thin soldier who belonged to the Maple Stone City Brigade also replied in a very small voice.

It was not until now that Major Felt realized that the "soldier" in front of him was just a half-old man, covered in smoke and mud with a childish face.

"How could the recruiters of the Xinkendi Legion bring children into the army?" Felt couldn't help but think: "Are there no adult men in Xinkendi?"

However, it is not a good time to complain about the recruitment policy of Xinqingdi. Major Felt patted the soldier on the shoulder, turned around and glanced at the other soldiers, and asked in a relaxed manner:

"Don't scare yourself with absurd stories that you hear! If the leader of the rebels is as powerful as you say, then can we still be alive now? Then why didn't he quickly turn into a werewolf and eat us all? Do you think my meat is too old?"

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

Major Felt climbed 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 twelve points of passion and eloquence: "But in Bazenaur to the north, Lieutenant Colonel Saner has joined with the main force of the Sixth Legion. The rebels who are trapped in beasts will be destroyed in front of them. Just as the river will surely flow into the sea, the current defeat is only temporary, and victory will eventually belong to the Grand Parliament and the Second Republic!"

Several officers were the first to applaud, and sparse applause rang out in the barn.

Major Felt signaled everyone to disband and then walked down the haystack.

Lieutenant Nemet - the commander of the 10th brigade - walked forward immediately, his eyes full of admiration and his tone was respectful: "Don't be arrogant when you win, don't be discouraged when you lose. Sir, you are really the style of a general."

Felt glanced at Lieutenant Nemet. He always saw that this junior who liked to please his superiors was not very pleasant, otherwise he would not have arranged the latter in the 10th team.

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

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

Major Felt also realized that his temper was a little out of control and did not say any more harsh words: "The most urgent thing is to get some food for the big head soldiers. Let you collect supplies, how many can you find?"

Second Lieutenant Nemet reported quickly: "Before 'cleaning the storm', I collected some food and drink in nearby farmers' houses, but... it was far from enough to fill everyone's stomachs. I also found some flour and wheat, and there might be some wheat in the barn. But... but the hand grinding and cooking utensils were all on the baggage carriage, and they were thrown together with the baggage carriage..."

Major Felt's eyebrows were unconsciously frowned, and he bit his nails and turned to look inside the barn:

Three brigades and the defeated soldiers who were in charge all the way - at least 1,500 soldiers were squeezed under a roof, many of whom had no room to lie down and rest, and could only sit with their knees; they were hungry and exhausted, their minds filled with the evening's defeat and the sound of hoofs in the thick fog, and they were still quarreling about a bundle of hay and a piece of dry flat ground.

"If you don't have a millstone, go find a millstone, and if you don't have a cooking utensil, go find a cooking utensil." Felt's eyes were aggressive: "The residents of this village went to take shelter, but can they take everything away? Go and find it!"

"Yes." Lieutenant Nemet immediately replied: "As long as the enemy light cavalry retreats, I will go find it immediately, and I will take people there in person!"

Seeing Lieutenant Nemet's statement, Felt's mood improved a little. He nodded and began to drive people: "Is there anything else?"

"That..." Lieutenant Nemet mysteriously approached the major and lowered his voice: "Sir, the food found in the nearby farmhouse is more delicate...I have given you... don't dislike it..."

Major Felt's impression of Nemet's just getting better and immediately became worse. He said with a hunched face: "Food is given to the wounded first."

Nemett thought it was the major and was embarrassed: "You can rest assured that no one will know, I..."

But Major Felt stopped Nemet with his eyes and continued to speak, who shut up his mouth tactfully, saluted, and turned away in shame.

Felt stared at the back of Lieutenant Nemet, his empty stomach churned out of time.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Second Lieutenant Kadal found the major the second time, and he raised his hand to salute and reported directly to the topic: "Major. The shooting hole has been chiseled, but there is very little ammunition, only the point that the musketeers carry with them; the fence of the barn is also temporarily reinforced with wood, which may cause some trouble to the enemy cavalry; I arranged for soldiers to take turns to watch on the roof - but looking at the posture tonight, the rebels should just want to scare us, and the strong attack will be tomorrow at the earliest."

Felt nodded slightly. Although he admired the performance of this subordinate today, he did not show too much praise.

Lieutenant Kadal was the only gain of Major Felt's defeat today. Felt originally did not like the arrogant Lieutenant Kadal - otherwise he would not have thrown the latter to the position of the ninth captain of the second-last command sequence.

However, Lieutenant Kadal's performance today was very impressive. Not only did he efficiently gather his troops when he was attacked, but he also led his own light cavalry out of the phalanx to fight the enemy several times, and made a lot of contributions to the "maintaining the morale of the phalanx".

"It seems that whenever you have the chance, sharp awls will always pierce the pocket." Major Felt thought to himself: "Although it's a bit prickly."

Major Felt cleared his throat and asserted, "The rebels must have known that we have lost all supplies. They want us to not rest all night, trying to crush us with hunger and fatigue. But one thing you are right, we are safe tonight. This stone building is very strong, and the rebels will not be foolish enough to hit him. You should also rest as soon as possible, Lieutenant."

However, Lieutenant Kadal did not move his legs. His expression was stiff and he said in a very unaccustomed manner: "You are leading troops to fight for the first time. It is already a rare achievement to bring us here. The defeat this time is because the enemy is too strong, so please don't blame yourself too much."

Although I knew that the second lieutenant was helping himself, Major Felt felt even more bitter. He waved his hand: "It is a defeat to lose, and it is meaningless to make excuses afterwards. This defeat was all because I was greedy for me and made a rash progress. I will take full responsibility for submitting a report in the future and will not involve you. However, the most important thing at the moment is what to do tomorrow - at least we have to live until we write a defeat report, so that we have the opportunity to discuss the gains and losses of this battle."

"That's what I'm going to say." Second Lieutenant Kadal pursed his lips, and a layer of haze surged between his eyebrows:

"Major, I asked about the defeated soldiers who escaped from the seventh and eighth battalions. The enemy who ambushed them was mainly infantry and had almost no cavalry. The light cavalry who pursued us came from behind us, and if nothing unexpected happened, they were harassing our old friends all the way. And the enemy who ambushed us...is probably another unit."

"Of course I know that the enemy ambushing us is an infantry unit." Major Felt smiled contemptuously: "How can those black-clothed light cavalry riding bad horses eat up all my three brigades? They can't break even if one brigade fights, let alone three brigades! They will only hit their heads and run blood."

Second Lieutenant Kadal's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and his voice became a little depressed: "Apart from the preparatory work, don't you think the enemy's fighter plane was very accurate? The coordination of the two-wing ambush was like an arm to use fingers. The thick smoke at that time covered the sky and the sun. I didn't know the direction of other brigades, but the enemy seemed to be able to see through the smoke wall. He was like... he was like a first-class swordsman. We were third-rate. Whenever we had movements, he knew what we were going to do. Each sword hit our weak sword..."

Major Felt was a little displeased: "Entrepreneur Kadal, there is no need to underestimate himself, nor to exaggerate the enemy so much."

Second Lieutenant Kadal lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, he took a deep breath and changed the subject: "Major, attack three brigades from two directions, and want to maintain such an attack width - judging by the length of our marching queue, the enemy must at least - I mean - have at least - two brigades of troops."

Major Felt thoughtfully, and felt that the two brigades were probably missing, but he didn't say anything, just nodded: "It means that the rebels have divided the troops, which is a good thing. The more enemies we have in front of us, the greater the chance of winning at Colonel Saner."

"You are right, I also think that the rebels should have a special force to guard the rear." Second Lieutenant Kadal swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face became a little weird: "But have you ever considered... who could mobilize more than two brigades of infantry, command a light cavalry unit equipped with Hedma, and also suitable for independent combat?"

Major Felt's expression became more and more serious as he listened. He compared the description of Lieutenant Kadal with the information in his memory, and was silent for a long time before speaking: "You wouldn't want to say that the enemy we encountered today was the 'rebels of the rebels' - Tiefeng County rebels? In other words, Tiefeng County not only allowed the rebels to cross the border, but also took the initiative to join the rebels? Even the rebels boldly asked them to act alone to guard the retreat for the entire army?"

Second Lieutenant Kadal did not answer positively, but continued to ask: "Do you still remember who the commander of the rebels in the Tiefeng County?"

"Montagne, Winters Montagne." After saying this name, Major Felt did not speak for a long time. After some struggle, he reluctantly spit out the name: "Wolf Blood."

"I want to tell you something else." Lieutenant Kadal seemed to have experienced a more painful struggle than the major, and his face almost turned into a pig's liver: "I, I...I know Captain Winters Montane."

"Do you know?" Major Felt dropped his chin in shock.

"Squad Leader Montane." Lieutenant Kadal squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying: "It's my district captain."

Major Felt picked up his arms, thinking.

Second Lieutenant Kadal added quickly, and the more he spoke, the less he spoke, the less he said: "I only know who Winters Montagne is in the Army Academy. I am not sure if the captain of the Montagne district and the soldier's 'Winters Montagne' are the same person... and I don't know if he is..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Major Felt said nothing and asked the lieutenant with a burning gaze.

Kadal was about to shed tears: "Blood Wolf."

...

When Kadal explained everything about Winters Montagne in front of Major Felt in his memory, in the Green Valley a few kilometers away, under the blood-like clouds, another unique "alumni association" was being held.

"What's the name?" Andrei asked with a smile.

He stood tall and stood tall. At the same time, the two auxiliary soldiers were working together to tie the fabric around his waist and abdomen.

The fabric was tied so tightly that it was almost tied into the flesh. Andre smiled, as if there was no discomfort.

"Imre." The captain of the captive lieutenant of the Sixth Battalion of the captured 6th Army replied in a low voice. The dust and blood stains on the lieutenant's face had not been washed yet, and he did not dare to look up at the senior: "Report, Imre Keener."

"I haven't heard of you." Andrei thought for a while and asked, "The Cavalry Department's 22nd period?"

Imrey lowered his head, twisted the strips on both sides of his pants, and whispered: "Architecture Department, Period 22."

"Then you may not meet an acquaintance today." Andre suddenly lost interest and looked at his junior with regret: "I guess there is no extra horse for you. You can only walk with the infantry. Never fall behind! Ordinary prisoners may not care about them. You know too much..."

Andre patted his junior on the shoulder with compassion: "So you will be killed if you fall behind."

Lieutenant Imre wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

Fortunately, Andre Cellini was the only one who came to find the captured officers to engage in "good-friendly activities".

Major Seber has a relatively high seniority and is disdainful to take the initiative to talk to his juniors. Winters is busy and has no time to come and recognize others for the time being.

After the auxiliary soldiers were tightly wrapped with fabric from their waist to their ribs, Andrei put on his military uniform again and walked towards his subordinates.

Not only Andre, but all the new cavalry in Green Valley were carrying out the same preparations - bundling their waists and abdomen with several meters of fabric.

This is a "new technology" brought back by Winters from Heard's tribes. With the external force generated by the fabric, the rider's spine and internal organs are firmly fixed in place, allowing the rider to withstand the bumps and impacts of riding.

For short-distance charges, this preparation can be said to be unnecessary; but for long-distance charges, similar preparations become very important.

Seeing Lieutenant Cherini coming, the cavalry put down their work and raised their hands to salute.

Andre nodded casually, walked to his subordinates without saying a word, and checked one by one whether the cloth belts on his subordinates were wrapped firmly.

When checking Thurin, he pulled the fabric around Thurin's waist - without moving.

Andre refused to comment and continued to check on the young man beside Thurin - loose and unintentional.

Andrei didn't say anything, and kicked Thurin up his leg. Thurin knew he was in a disadvantage and did not dare to hide. He was kicked and stood up and waited for the second time. The cavalry all helped each other wrap their cloth belts.

But the second shot did not appear. Thurin looked at Andre in surprise as he reached out to untie the cloth belt on the young man's waist and helped the latter prepare for the attack with his own hands. He was stunned for a moment, and then hurried forward to help.

"If this thing is not tightened," Andre said impatiently as he started to do something, "Your waist will be ruined! Especially this time the road is not easy to walk."

The young man rolled his Adam's apple and whispered: "Yes."

"What's the name?" Andre asked casually.

"Alexander." The young man repeated the full name: "Arisander Nikolaevich."
To be continued...