The loud shouts came one after another, and the heavy footsteps gathered together.

The flag bearer walking at the forefront of the team proudly raised the flying winged lion military flag high.

The infantrymen of the 5th Battalion of Tiefeng County rushed into the battlefield with their heads raised.

They first used the cover of the chariots to spread out from the marching columns into combat straits, and then continued to advance until the bottom of the hillside.

Judging by the [steadfast] standards, the opponent's formation changes are still hard to hide their clumsy and awkwardness, but this is enough to attract the attention of the officers of the "Twelve Legions".

Because according to the information they knew, the rebels in Xinkendi mainly recruited new recruits - commonly known as strong men - and their training and equipment were so bad that even the elderly, weak, sick and disabled who were all dispatched to besiege the Southern Front could not win.

And the group of rebels who were calmly deploying in front of the enemy and forming formations seemed to be a well-known and powerful soldier.

In the forest on the northeast side of the Great Highland, rebel soldiers wearing blue and gray uniforms appeared from the bushes one after another, like water seeping out of the cracks of the rocks. At first glance, they seemed inconspicuous, but they accumulated a small amount, and soon they formed a clear spring.

They are also forming a formation.

"The enemy's foothold is not stable!" Major Jane Aquinas, the captain of the 9th Brigade, volunteered, "You can take the initiative! The 9th Brigade is here to be the pioneer!"

"Pre-take the initiative?" Aldame glanced coldly at the auxiliary cavalry behind the hillside, licking the wounds, and looked at the heavy rebels who were waiting for battle in front of the hillside. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided not to give up his terrain advantage. "I'm afraid it's not to be controlled by the enemy. When the rebels attack on themselves, such a large formation would never be coming to march in an armed manner."

"One, two, three, four, five," Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Heimer patrolled the edge of the highlands, identifying the flag while secretly counting, "One, two, three, four, one, two, three."

After counting the rebels in both directions, Lieutenant Colonel Heimer returned to the side of the Legion Commander, "The five brigades of the Tiefeng County rebels came on the road, and the four brigades of the Baishan County rebels and three brigades of the Leiqun County rebels."

The lieutenant colonel licked his lips, "Depending on the scale, there are many shortages of personnel, and the number of 100-man flags is also a bit wrong. There may be rebels on the road. But depending on the organization, the rebels besieging the kings forts have arrived."

Aldame nodded slightly.

Thomas Heimer had something to say, but he was obviously hesitant. After the battle between heaven and man, he still expressed his concern: "The rebels' spirit is a little wrong, it doesn't look like their morale is broken, it should be...I'm prepared for it."

"I'm not blind yet," Aldame replied expressionlessly, "Lieutenant Colonel."

Thomas Heimer lowered his head and said nothing.

Indeed, every person on the hillside who is not blind and has normal intelligence can already see it:

The one who came over was not the rebel guards - how could there be so many people or so many flag guards?

The large rebels came, the entire rebels; and it is very likely that they came for [steadfast]!

Van Sgo Aldame took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped off the dust from the medals on his chest, then urged the horse to come to the front of the formation, slowly walked past the soldiers, and inspected the five brigades on the high ground one by one.

"Gentlemen! I originally wanted to fight a happy annihilation battle for you at Silverfish Ferry," his voice resounded throughout the hill, passionate and high-spirited, completely different from the cold and gloomy faced the captains. "But now, we can only deal with them on this small piece of landbag!"

[Stubborn] soldiers shook their spears, slapped their shields, and returned with a low cry.

"Remember your honor, stick to your position, and don't step back! Remember! You are 'steadfast'! You are Ned Smith's successors! You are glorious Union soldiers! The butcher bows in front of you! The pseudo-Emperor retreats in front of you! No one can crush the great formation of the Union people, the pseudo-Emperor cannot! The rebels cannot! Now cannot! Also cannot be in the future!"

[Resolute] Go back to the voice again.

"Are you ready?"

[Perseverance] Return with warm cheers.

"Then let them do it!!!" Van Sgo Aldame drew out his sword and roared out the command that Ned Smith once used, "Square array-welcome to the enemy!!!"

All the Union soldiers on the hillside shouted in unison.

The [steadfast] captains looked at each other, nodded silently and returned to their own formation.

From the northeast and southeast directions, the rebels have formed a pincer attack on the 12th Legion.

But "steadfast" is fearless - because the square formation is born to be surrounded.

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[Three days ago]

[Reserve Officer Operations Conference]

This is the first time Winters has taught people a class since the "Montessori-Trial Class" has ended in failure.

He specially found a few grape vine whip sticks - without this, Teacher Montane always felt that he had something missing in his hands and his heart was empty.

"In a nutshell, the core of Ned Smith's military thought is [strategic offense and tactical defense]."

"Defense is a more powerful form of combat than offense. An army that sets up positions in advance can often withstand the siege of enemy troops several times its own forces;"

"On the other hand, if an army rashly attacks another enemy with an enemy whose strength is equal to that of its own and whose combat power is similar to that of its own, they will definitely have to face a tough situation."

"If the enemy still occupies a solid fortress, the commander who ordered the attack would definitely be a fool."

Vice Principal Winters spoke in an uproar, and he did not notice the officers of Baishan County and Leiqun County who were attending the audition, with a little awkward expression.

Only Chief General John Jeska nodded with praise while listening, "the eyes were as normal."

There are no classrooms in the military camp, and the classroom is opened in the open air.

The reserve officers sat on the ground and taught a lesson they were destined to never forget in their lifetime in an extremely simple environment.

"Why do you still have to attack?" Winters looked at the reserve officers, "Who can answer me?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! His eyes swept over, and all the students subconsciously lowered their heads, and even Hou Deer, who had always been bold, avoided his sight.

After waiting for a while, seeing no one answered, Winters didn't waste time, so he gave the answer directly:

"Because offense can take the initiative more than defense, defense is negative and passive, and can only wait for others to hit you, and be led by others. Attack is active and proactive, and can mobilize the enemy and force the enemy to follow your baton."

"Do you understand now?" Winters knocked the wooden board nailed to the map with a vine pole. "Why should the old marshal [attack strategically and defend tactically]?"

"Simply put," he compared a fierce throat-cutting gesture, "When facing the old marshal, as long as he gets caught, he will penetrate your vital point with a sword, forcing you to block, forcing you to dodge, and forcing you to retreat.

"He will knock down nails where you cannot be threatened, making you feel like a thorn in your throat and a ray of light on your back, forcing you to take the initiative to attack him, and he will set up a position to make you run into blood."

"Does it sound easy?" Winters asked with a smile, "even a bit too easy?"

The next moment, he put away his smile, looked around the students, and said heavily, "But just the first step of 'the attack on the enemy must be saved', I don't know how many people, how many famous generals, and how many kings were - falling on it!"

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[East side of the 50th Highland]

Most of the troops of the fourth battalion of Leiqun County have arrived.

Four basically formed "battlefield arrays" are lined up in the open space on the edge of the forest.

The spearmen are outside, the sword and shield hands and the halberd guard flag are in the center. The musketeers are in the outer circle, and they are divided into four teams and are arranged at the four corners of the square formation.

There are still some soldiers who haven't arrived, but they can't wait anymore. If they wait any longer, the meaning of encirclement will no longer exist.

Palady clamped her helmet under her elbow, so she could do something to put on iron gloves for herself.

He tied the leather rope with his hands and mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the hillside with red, white and blue military flags embroidered with gold thread, and did not move for a moment.

Pashche Mick rode over on a war horse.

"Oh," the commander of Baishan County Regiment sighed softly, "It's going to be dead again."

"Well," Paladi spat on the ground with a bitter spit, his eyes still not far from the enemies on the mountain.

"There's something," Major Pashche hesitated, and finally seemed to have made a great decision, and then spoke solemnly, "I have to ask you clearly."

Paladi raised his eyebrows, glanced at his friend for no reason, and said.

Pashche coughed lightly, "You really have to do with your cousin..."

In an instant, Paradise Rimayi was like a frightened cat, her shoulders were tight, her back was arched, and her whole body was as stiff as a corpse.

He slowly turned his head and widened his eyes, not with anger, but with shocked eyes, looking at his comrades beside him, which made the latter feel panicked.

"[swear]! Mick![swear]!" Palady exploded, "I just said that [swear]! Do you understand? That's what I said!"

"Oh, so that's it..." Major Pashche dragged his long tail tone and was quite disappointed with his friend's dishonesty.

Then there was an awkward silence.

"I..." Palady blushed and was extremely embarrassed and angry, "I was only eight years old at that time! Eight! What do I know? Could it be... Didn't you admire older women when you were a child? No?"

"Yes! Alas, there have been!" Major Pashche agreed repeatedly, but the smile on his face betrayed him, "Who hasn't?!"

While speaking, a low trombone sound came from the south and was repeated twice.

"Ha," Pashche looked south, but the woods and terrain blocked his sight. "The Iron Peak County regiment attacked, and it's time for us to get on."

"Um."

"Goodbye, old classmate," Pashche Mick tapped the ribs with a smile, borrowing someone's words to say goodbye, "We will reunite when we defeat the enemy."

Parady couldn't bear to look at her friends, and he was afraid that he would cry just by catching his eyes, so he just focused on the key points.

Pashche whistled and left with ease.

Major Paladi Rimayi put on his iron helmet, lifted his protective surface, pulled out his sword, and pointed directly at the dazzling tricolor military flag on the hillside.

"Beat the drum!" Paladi waved his sword and "Go forward!"

...

With the three-tone horn as a signal, the "rebels" on the north and the "rebels" on the south simultaneously launched an offensive to the highlands where steadfast is located.

However, Fan Shang, a soldier in the Seventh Battalion, the 400th Man Team, and the Third Account, did not have such a macro understanding. He was just the most ordinary musketeer, holding a slightly higher salary than the long-range spearman in the back row, and following the orders of the tenth husband.

But the Army gave Fan Shang a higher salary not because the Army liked Fan Shang, but because there were certain risks when using the combs, so musket soldiers were regarded as a technical group, and the salary was of course higher.
To be continued...