I feel a little stupid. This is not the era of cold weapons, and it is also in the abnormal version of Europe. The possibility of sneak attacks is very low.

Looking at His Highness, who was a little uneasy on his face, General Angus finally realized from his own words. He bent over and said:

"However, the chaos you mentioned by Your Highness is indeed a problem, so I suggest that the whole army move to a new camp!"

Angus seemed to have thought that what he saw was the commander-in-chief, Prince Charlie, so he made a small concession.

"Why is Your Highness the Prince not satisfied with the camp? It didn't matter before!"

It was just a matter of choosing to move the camp. The current camp has no intention of cleaning at all. Everyone turned a blind eye to those dirty environments, and Charlie was speechless.

But he didn't expect that his predecessor also made a default decision on this.

This perfunctory attitude made Charlie feel a little uncomfortable. He thought for a while and then said:

"Okay! Your Excellency General, please inform everyone and move to the camp!"

Anyway, the decisive battle is coming, no matter how well the camp is repaired, it is useless!

Another day of time wasted, Charlie always felt very annoyed, a fear of facing the war directly.

God knows that he is just a college student who is knowledgeable and inexperienced. Even if he has the memory of his predecessor, his calm attitude cannot be inherited.

After breakfast, all the Highlanders were notified to relocate the camp, move to the upper reaches of a nearby river, a few miles away, to camp.

What puzzled everyone even more was that Prince Charlie ordered everyone to dig a deep ditch six feet (two meters) wide and six feet wide on the other three sides of the camp, and placed broken arrows and sharp wooden blocks and stones in the ditch, and then introduced them into the river.

In this way, the camp where they are located becomes a small island surrounded by water.

Such a difficult but puzzled thing, even though Charlie led them to win many battles before and had a high prestige, the rebellious Highlanders still resisted.

Moreover, the reasons they gave made Charlie speechless: His Highness the Prince can fight, but it does not mean that he can lead them to dig soil! They are here to fight, not to dig soil.

In this way, Charlie had to reward the meat and wine he had seized without hesitation, which made the dissatisfied Highland soldiers do their work.

"Sure enough, loyalty or something is still useless!" Charlie sighed with emotion. What's the use of no matter how high the prestige is, no one will listen to you if you are short of food and money.

"It seems that the war must be decided, otherwise it will be over when the cooking is broken!"

Taking advantage of his enthusiasm, Charlie ordered people to build some light boats and place them next to the river in the past few days.

First of all, if you are not lucky and cannot beat it, you can use it to escape. Thirty-six strategies are the best strategy.

It is important to preserve your strength. Keep the green mountains there and don’t be afraid of burning firewood.

Secondly, catch fish, shrimp, etc. and improve the food. Eating oats and other things every day will almost disgust him, a time traveler.

So, in the past few days, the highlanders who have never been sticky in their lives have tasted what grilled fish is and what boiled fish is.

For three consecutive days, the entire camp smelled of fish, thick soup and tender fish meat became the staple food of the Highlanders.

This saved a lot of food and made the morale of the highland soldiers with a wide sense of taste.

Everything has good and bad. Charlie did not expect that the strong and fierce Highlanders would be trapped by small fish bones.

In the past few days, Charlie has helped more than 100 people to ask the fish bones for trouble.

"Your Highness--" Felix O'Neal walked over evenly, his handsome face and elegant movements, and his tight white clothes seemed to be the handsome elf in a fairy tale, which was fascinating.

Charlie, who was looking at the map and thinking, suddenly heard the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of his guard, and he couldn't help but turn around.

"What's wrong, my Chief Guard!"

"Just just got the news that the Duke of Cumberland has come from the seaside, less than fifty miles from us in England!"

The head guard was taller than Charlie. He bent over and whispered softly in Charlie's ear.

This more intimate action made Charlie's ears tremble unconsciously, and he hurriedly stabilized his mind and listened.

"What is the specific strength?" Charlie frowned.

"There are more than 8,000 people, including more than 1,000 cavalry, thirty artillery pieces, the rest are infantry, and they also have 500 German mercenaries!" said the chief guard.

It is not surprising that it has German mercenaries. The Hanover royal family originally came from Germany, and George II was in the war of succession to the Austrian throne in Europe at this time, and the troops were inevitably short of capital.

"It is worth noting that the Duke of Cumberland led all veterans who have been fighting in Germany for many years. They are well-equipped and brave in combat, which is not the same level as Sir Hawley a while ago!"

When Charlie heard this, he felt a little cold.

He was not worried about the 500 mercenaries, but there were many knights in the German region. With the increase of population, the proportion of knights among the mercenaries was also increasing. Among the 500 mercenaries, dozens of knights should have.

My own side is short of food and money, and the soldiers are scattered in other tribes, making it difficult to form a fist, and the power is too scattered.

The enemy general Duke Cumberland had a scramble in the German battlefield, and was surrounded by elite veterans and fully equipped. This battle was not easy to fight.

The Carroden Wasteland is located between Glasgow and Edinburgh, the largest city in Scotland. It has a very wide view, a sparse population, sparse grass and trees, and weeds grow on the rocks.

This place belongs to the buffer zone between highlands and lowlands, and is very barren.

However, Charlie is stationed in the north near the city of Glasgow, not far from it.

For Scots with rich pastures, the poorer environment here is not worth lingering.

"Dull thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud

But if you see the more than a thousand elite cavalry behind him, and the neatly paced English red shrimp soldiers, you will lose your voice.

This is the 6th English Army, the Red Shrimp Soldiers who scattered across Europe and the world. Half of the hegemony of Britain was supported by it.

Later, there were more than a thousand German mercenaries wearing black clothes on the left, with nearly a hundred people riding horses, and they were also fierce and murderous.

Dozens of cold bronze cannons pulled by horses behind them, and long cannon barrels, reflected by the sun, are like black holes that can attract people's hearts.

This is the most elite force that has entered the land of Scotland in nearly a hundred years.

Looking at the wide plateau in front of you, the barren and messy, yellowed short grass, and the frightened hares ran over from time to time, the Duke of Cumberland smiled: "This is the place suitable for war. Go quickly and send someone to inform the so-called Prince Charlie that this will be the battlefield for our decisive battle!"

Waving the whip in his hand, the Duke's deep blue eyes revealed ambition, madness, and joy. He was very satisfied with this place with a wide vision, so that his army could show its strength.

The cavalry attendant beside him nodded immediately and agreed loudly.

At this time, Charlie also received a notice of the battle from Duke Campbell, and the location was about to be in the Carolden Wasteland for a decisive battle.

"Gentlemen, what about your suggestions?" Charlie sat in the main seat, with brown eyes carefully reading the envelope in his hand. After a long time, Charlie raised his head, showed his handsome face, and asked everyone for their opinions.

"Dear Your Highness and all the leaders, in my opinion, there are pros and cons to fight the decisive battle in the Carolden Wasteland.

For us Highland warriors, the Carolden Wasteland environment is very familiar and very conducive to combat, but the disadvantages are obvious. The terrain is too flat and is the favorite place for English musketeers, and the English cannons can aim at the target at will!"

Marquis Angus, General George Murray stood up and said with a stern look, with great persuasion.

"So, given the English muskets and artillery, we need to re-select the battlefield and carry out the decisive battle. This is the solution and the most conservative approach!"

"What are you afraid of? My General, did we defeat Sir Hawley the last time we were in the Carolden Wasteland? This time we must do it too! There is no need to hesitate, we are not like you England!"

MacDonald's dark green eyes stared straight at Marquis Angus, his lips curled up slightly, and he didn't care about any etiquette. He said roughly, his unruly eyes trembled.

He suddenly stood up, interrupted suddenly, and showed no scruples, which made His Highness, the commander-in-chief, feel a little displeased, but he did not show it on his face.

In this eighteenth century, when hierarchy should be orderly, etiquette was the condition that civilized people should have. Obviously, the Scots did not have this thing, or they habitually ignored etiquette.

"Yes! Fuck those Englishmen to death!" "Despicable England will not be my opponent!"...

For a moment, the other leaders sitting could no longer sit still. They stood up and shouted, staring at General George Murray with his wolf-like eyes, looking directly at General George Murray, with his dog legs vivid and vivid.

However, General George Murray, Marquis of Angus, was not afraid. As an experienced general, he had never seen any scenes before. How could he be intimidated by this small scene?

He widened his dark blue eyes, pursed his lips, and looked at MacDonald's neck expressionlessly.

Then, they remained silent and looked at each other. After no success, they turned their eyes to Commander-in-Chief Charlie.

"Let's do it! Fight with the Duke of Cumberland who came back from Europe first, and then make a long-term plan!"

Feeling the gathering of eyes, Charlie immediately thanked his predecessor for his continuous victory, for his prestige gained, and felt pressured by this huge responsibility, helpless, and sighed in his heart.

Although Marquis Angus made a lot of sense, he tended to fight directly with the Duke of Cumberland.

After all, now we are short of money and food, and the soldiers lack fighting spirit. If we avoid the war, our originally low morale may really fall into the abyss, and there is no way to talk about the next decisive battle.

And now before him, he can only choose the decisive battle.

With his fists tightly clenched, Charlie's heart was in a mess.

You know, before this, he was just a college student who was ignorant. He could speak well when playing games and reading novels, but in war, even if there were some memories of the original owner, he was still panicked.

At this moment, he remembered his college entrance examination. How panic was when he picked up his pen! That's right.

"Well, if you start again, you have to face the critical moment of life and death. Take a bet and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!"
Chapter completed!