Colonel Vansgou Ardame is a person who pays great attention to the sense of ritual.

It’s not because of his vanity. In fact, he is not more enthusiastic about the pursuit of material enjoyment than others, and even more indifferent than many colleagues.

Or, he is indeed vain.

But his vanity is not on the same level as the vanity that is pretentious and comparative for the sake of others.

What he pursues is to write history and become part of the collective memory of all people on the land where he grew up.

But is the hope of "writing history" also a desire for "focusing on others"?

We don't know.

In short, it is precisely for this reason that Van Sgoyle Ardame deliberately gave an order that could be issued with a syllable with perfect image and difficult words in a perfect way.

Because he is very clear about the importance of "ritual" to the construction of collective memory.

The "ritual" is not only held for today's people, but also for later people.

He looks forward to the scene where people will take him to whip the horse in the future as a landmark moment of this battle and even the starting point of a great journey.

But in fact, two hours before he formally ordered the dispatch of troops, he had already spread out three of the four auxiliary cavalry squadrons assigned to the "Twelve Legions".

The cavalry of the United Provinces was relatively small, with a squadron having only one hundred and twenty people, while the squadron of Paratu had one hundred and eighty people.

In addition, the cavalrymen assigned to each legion have to undertake reconnaissance, patrol, communication and other services on weekdays, with less training time and doubtful combat power.

So Aldame does not expect them to play any decisive role.

The orders he gave to the cavalry troops were: search the provincial avenue and explore the branches around the avenue; track the fleeing enemies and block them according to their own abilities.

Therefore, when the infantry units of the 12th Legion left the river net and port for the first time and officially entered the hinterland of the Plateau Country, the Legion headquarters had received many reports sent back by the cavalry units who set out first.

Unfortunately, it's all bad news.

The cavalry that advanced forward encountered obstacles in all directions, with fewer victories and more defeats.

"No," Aldame threw away the report indifferently and commented to his subordinates, "The guards of the Palatus are known for their fierceness and fierceness, and they have made many great achievements when fighting against the Imperials. It is normal for our cavalry to be unable to defeat them. Just stick them together, but in the end, we will still have to decide the outcome at Silverfish."

"What a pity, it's a pity," a captain sighed. "It would be great if we had a cavalry in our hands. Taking a path, rushing straight ahead of the enemy, blocking their way, will surely fight annihilation battle."

The other officers around him also felt the same.

Because Paratu is vast and sparsely populated, road construction is very backward, a large number of throat ducts on the plains were born.

A lonely village town has no dangerous terrain, but as long as it is located on a certain road, it will become a deadly traffic bottleneck.

Unlike Shanzhoudi or Venetta, which has a developed road network, the main road is not accessible and there are still a large number of paths for detour.

In Paratu, many places are seen as flat on the map, but in fact they are forests and swamps, and the army cannot pass through them.

This kind of environment is very suitable for annihilation battle.

But the premise is that someone must be able to kill the enemy's retreat.

As for the 12th Legion, at present, it does not have this ability - at least it does not have this ability on land.

"No hurry, there will be one," Aldame's eyes looked like a torch. "Mares are their friends, but water is our lover. When the fleet returns from Maple Stone City, the Amber River is the natural barrier they can't cross. It will be difficult to deal with the rebels in the field. Let them enter the Silver Fish Ferry to eat more easily."

"As for the cavalry," the colonel seemed to sneer, "it will be soon."

At this moment, good news finally came back from the front.

"Report! Legion Commander!" The centurion who was galloping against the marching line, before the crowd arrived, he arrived first, and did not even bother to go through the notification procedures, and shouted directly, "Lieutenant Colonel Lobres seized the enemy's cannon! He seized many doors!"

When other school officials at the headquarters heard the news of the capture of enemy cannons, they were overjoyed and laughed at Caspa Lobres for his good luck.

Only Van Sgoyle Aldame still remained silent, but he rarely did not blame his subordinates for their misconduct.

"Let's go!" The lord of the 12th legion lightly clamped the horse's belly, activated the mount, and set out first, "Come and take a look!"

A group of officers followed closely behind.

The road leading to Silverfish Ferry is wrapped in dense primeval forests, with no forks or intersections, only forward and backward.

So Aldame and his group did not need subordinates to lead the way, but just kept moving forward and soon arrived at the place where the enemy cannons were "seized".

But I saw eight or nine four-wheeled trucks for agricultural use parked in mess on the road, and the animals who were pulling the truck had long disappeared.

One of the big cars had the right front wheel falling outside the shoulder of the road, and the whole car came across, blocking the road tightly.

Even the baggage carriage of the Fourth Battalion was blocked.

The soldiers passing here had to jump off the drainage canal on the side of the road, bypass the long list of big cars, then climb back to the avenue, and continue on the road; or move carefully over the frame, step on the edge of the road.

Major John Ribeck of the 10th team turned over and dismounted, grabbed the guardrail of the carriage, stood on the wheel, looked at the carriage, and couldn't help laughing.

"What an old antique! No wonder they were thrown away. They could drag so far," Major Ribeck jumped off the wheel and turned around and joked, "Everyone, Lieutenant Colonel Lobres seized several 'big fish'."

"There are seven cars and five heavy artillery here," said the centurion who came to inform him before, "the axle of the carriage at the front was broken and blocked the road. This should be the reason that caused the rebels to discard the cannon."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The centurion pointed his hand in the distance, "Walking forward, there are two cannons. The two cannons are good, but they were thrown away. It may be that the rebel artillery in front saw the rebel artillery in the back ran away, and followed them."

"Where is the ammunition?" Aldame asked.

"The ammunition carriage is here, and they are all thrown here."

Ardame thought for a while, got off the horse, got on the carriage and checked the cannon.

A school official who followed him to the bus glanced at the fire gate and smiled, "It's a messy walk, there's no nails in the fire gate."

Aldame did not agree, but usually, if he did not express his objection, it meant approval.

"Seven Gates," Aldame pondered, "that's all the heavy artillery of the rebels."

"The rebels threw away all the guys in the bottom of the box," another school official complimented his boss without any trace, proposing, "I'll send someone to move these cannons back? Although they are useless old things, they are still quite spectacular as spoils."

"No, don't worry about these old antiques," Aldame refused, and said coldly, "we don't have time to seize them."

"Whose soldier is this?" he asked, pointing to the soldiers who were detouring from the cart.

Lieutenant Colonel Jean Horn, the captain of the Fifth Brigade, immediately stepped forward, "It's my subordinate."

"Let your people stop rushing to the road, push these big trucks out of the road, and don't stop the troops behind," Aldame frowned slightly and ordered, "Tell the artillery column behind them and let them bring all the gunpowder discarded by the rebels. Maybe we can use it at the Silverfish Ferry."

"Yes," Lieutenant Colonel Horn was still a little worried, "Then... are these cannons thrown here?"

"Send someone back to the Jade Ferry and ask the sailors to come and let them recover these cannons after we pass."

"yes!"

Aldame turned his head and looked at the centurion who came to report, "Where is Lobres?"

"In front, Lieutenant Colonel..."

As soon as he was halfway through his words, a faint sound of gunfire suddenly came from a distance.

The centurion immediately fell silent, and the other officers held their breath and listened.

More gunfires came. Although the explosion of gunpowder had turned into a "patter" like rain hitting leaves, the professional soldiers present knew it was undoubtedly gunfire.

The communication soldiers rushed over, "Report!"

"speak."

"Lt. Col. Lobres reported, 'Our troops were blocked by enemy forces and were in war'."

"Let's go!" Aldame jumped on his horse, "Go and see what's going on!"

The officers walked around the roadblock and continued to gallop forward, and ran forward for a while. Suddenly, the surroundings suddenly became clear.

The forest that covered the sky and the sun suddenly retreated to both sides, giving way out a vast world.

This world resembles the human "stomach":

The way Ardame and others came was the esophagus; the way out was naturally the intestine.

There are three highlands in the "stomach" without trees growing, only grass and shrubs.

One is on the left side of the road, and two are on the right side of the road.

The one on the left side of the road is the two on the right side of the road.

Just as the stream water circumvented the big rock, the road to the Silver Fish Ferry made a dexterous turn between the three high grounds and continued forward.

On the left side of the road, and on the largest high ground, rebel soldiers guarded behind low earth walls, constantly opening fire at the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion in the drainage canals on both sides of the road.

Under the hillside, the musketeers under Lobres used trees as bunkers and were also fighting back.

The fortifications of the rebels were obviously not completed yet - their breast walls were too short, and even chickens could jump over; the trench in front of the breast wall was too shallow, as shallow as a drainage ditch beside the vegetable field.

Before they even had time to put away the tools, they threw the pick and shovel on the position, and until a second before the fire exchange, they were still rushing to work.

But Lieutenant Colonel Lobres won't give them time anymore.

A shrill whistle sounded across the high ground, and then the snare drums urging the charge started to play.

It should be that Lieutenant Colonel Caspa Lobres believed that the enemy had been weakened almost; but it was more likely that he did not want to continue to get involved with this small group of enemy troops.

He issued an order to attack.

The sword and shield soldiers shouted, rushing towards the rebels' fortifications.

The spearman also put down his super spear, drew out his sword, followed behind the sword and shield hands, and rushed to the high ground.
To be continued...