Time goes back to the most intense stage of the siege of Jevaudan and the siege of the dam two days ago.

Teldun Qingqi, who was patrolling in the wild, was surprised and delighted to find that the enemy's main force, which had been advancing slowly with strong fortifications, finally chose to take the initiative and attack in full force.

Armed men and baggage carriages left the camps one after another, and finally gathered into three columns on the plain.

The three columns marched hand in hand, like three mighty torrents, rushing towards Jevaudan with indomitable momentum.

"It's so... so..." Among the people on the hill overlooking the military situation, one of them was so excited that he could not speak coherently: "It's hard to describe..."

This gentleman who racked his brains and couldn't think of an adjective was none other than the lanky and tall Mr. Jacob Green, the representative of public opinion in Oxhoe Valley.

As the only intellectual in the army who had attended grammar school and university, Jacob Green had become Winters' temporary personal secretary, responsible for drafting announcements and communications on Winters' behalf.

Previously, Jacob Green experienced more of the cruel and bloody side of war.

At this moment, when thousands of troops slowly unfolded before his eyes, Jacob Green was struck from the bottom of his heart by the majestic and majestic side of war.

The short and fat man next to the tall and thin Mr. Jacob commented like a general: "To be able to get out of this kind of column is indeed worthy of being called a big army."

Needless to say, the short and fat gentleman is none other than [Nandor Krylov], another public representative of the Oxhoof Valley.

Because Nandor was injured in a previous battle and refused to go home to recuperate, he was transferred to the headquarters for protection.

According to the short and fat Mr. Nandor himself, he had already missed one battle due to recuperation and did not want to miss another one.

According to the usual way of getting along, Mr. Slender would definitely have a few words with Mr. Fat.

But now Jacob Green was completely immersed in passionate emotions, so he turned a deaf ear to the words of his old enemy. He suddenly caught a few sparks: "War... the ultimate violence of mankind... the miraculous manifestation of great power...

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The fat Mr. Nandor heard this in a daze. He had a thought and tried to persuade his old enemy: "Then you should write it out. Write an epic! An epic that the drunken harpist played and sang in the tavern."

Mr. Thin was startled, and suddenly he felt a strong desire to write, and then he felt an inexplicable fear: "I...I'm afraid I won't be able to write..."

"What are you afraid of? It's better than nothing." Nandor showed a bit of regret and desolation: "How many wars have been fought in the world? I'm afraid they are countless? But how many can be remembered? They have all been summarily mentioned.

.When I think that I myself will be completely forgotten, I feel empty."

The hesitant Jacob Green gradually became determined: "I will try my best, Mr. Krylov, to let our children and grandchildren remember that someone has spilled blood on this land."

"Remember to add three inches to my height." The fat man said leisurely.

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Knowing that the Two-Legged Man from Shengke Town had finally been lured out, the fire-warmer was overjoyed.

"[Herd] The two-legged people have fallen into the trap, and now they are like foxes that have stepped into the trap." Looking around at the towers in the tent, the fire-warmer laughed loudly: "[Herd] Kill them, and you can leave this place to you.

I will take it! Slaves, women, and property, and give them all to you!"

The big and small cottas all cheered, but the old interpreter didn't say a word.

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Three columns advanced rapidly towards Gévaudan, while the Tertonian light cavalry wandered around the army like ghosts, trying to pry into the reality.

Angelou led the cavalry to attack in all directions, struggling to drive the enemy's probing horses away from the marching route.

When the Tiefeng County cavalry returned to the column, they looked like the head-hunting warriors in myths and legends:

Flags, weapons, and dead heads hung from the front of their saddles, and some returned with gold and silver ornaments cut from the bodies of the dead.

Seeing the corpses of their kin being separated, the Teltun people became even more cruel.

They chopped off the heads of the Tiefeng County people's corpses, lifted them up with spears, and showed them to the marching Tiefeng County militiamen. They even rushed to the column to show off their power.

An army of tens of thousands of people rolled forward along the foot of the Tiefeng County Mountains. The further they advanced, the more fierce the cavalry battle between the scouts became.

The cavalry of the two armies chased and fought on plains, hills, and broken terrain without stopping.

Winters put the headquarters on the saddle, and the clerks, scribes, and messengers were all equipped with multiple war horses. Wherever he went, the headquarters would go.

When the vanguard was less than twenty kilometers away from Gévaudan, Winters finally waited for news from the enemy:

"The front troops of the left column encountered the barbarian vanguard!"

Not only was Winters not nervous, but he felt as if his boots had landed: "Stop the entire army! Let the left and right columns move closer to me."

He pointed to the flat, empty fields on both sides of the road: "There is no need to go any further. Let's fight the Telton people here."

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The outpost battle started in the morning. A hundred cavalry troops from Teltown were repulsed by the forward troops of the left column.

When Winters heard the news, he immediately stopped the troops. According to his order, the left and right columns began to shrink towards the center.

There are one battalion for every five hundred people in Tiefeng County, commanded by a commissioned officer.

After surveying the battlefield on the spot, Winters sent out messengers to guide the battalions into their designated positions.

The third battalion composed of Niu Tu Valley people belonged to the left column. As soon as they entered the designated position, they saw the logistics soldiers with red armbands driving the carriage.

The skinny farmer nicknamed Monkey poked his companion and winked and said, "Look, the food is here."

"Okay." The stocky farmer named Doug replied feebly: "I'm so hungry."

"I don't think there's anything unusual about fighting." The monkey couldn't help complaining: "Isn't it just walking hard?"

Doug didn't say anything. He just wanted to fill his stomach.

The covering of the carriage was torn off, and the militiamen were greatly disappointed. What was carried in the carriage was not bread and beer, but bundles of tools: picks, shovels, chisels...

"Don't rest!" The appointed battalion commander came over and ordered the militiamen: "Everyone stand up!"

After the tools were given to them, the militiamen did not even have time to breathe, and were immediately ordered to dig trenches in front of the formation.

"Trench should be cleared two meters for every twenty meters!" The battalion commander was appointed to mark the position of the trench for the militiamen at the front of the position: "It must be able to accommodate two horses and three people walking parallel!"

The militiamen were reluctant to carry their tools.

"Sir, can you give me some food first?" Some militiamen shouted dissatisfied: "I've been walking for a day and I'm very hungry."

"The bread is at the back, coming soon!" the appointed battalion commander scolded fiercely: "Don't be so lazy! Let me tell you, if you don't dig a handful of soil now, you will lose an extra pound of meat in the future!"

The third battalion consists of "young soldiers", that is, militiamen with poor equipment and training. Most of the time they are used as civilians, so everyone is used to work such as digging trenches.

But the monkey saw that the "young soldiers" in the second line of the front not only did not dig trenches, but were also distributing food.

The monkey immediately asked, jumping and pointing at the young soldiers in the rear: "Why don't they have to work? Do they still have food?"

When the militiamen heard the sound and looked back, they found that all the young soldiers were resting, eating and drinking, and they were immediately shocked.

"What the hell are you yelling about!" The appointed battalion commander jumped on the carriage and drew out his saber: "Shut up, everyone! If you keep yelling nonsense, you will be punished by military law!"

The third battalion quickly fell silent under the threat of military law.

Seeing that his subordinates had all shut up, the appointed battalion commander said coldly: "They don't have to work because they have to fight to the death! If any of you are dissatisfied, I will send you to join the prime-age army."

The militiamen were silent, and the monkey was unhappy. He couldn't help but stood up with his neck stiffened: "Send me there!"

"Okay." The acting battalion commander was too lazy to talk nonsense with the recruits: "Who else wants to go?"

The monkey looked at his friend with pleading eyes. Doug was worried about his friend and raised his hand: "I will go with him."

The two young soldiers were immediately sent into the ranks of the mature soldiers, and the position of the third battalion returned to calm. Everyone was busy working, and bread was quickly delivered.

The Tiefeng County army nervously arranged formations and dug trenches in the wilderness.

The sun gradually passed its highest point and tilted towards the west, and the rumble of war drums could be faintly heard in the wind.

The first thing that jumped out of the horizon was the horsetail flag blowing in the wind, followed closely by the blurry silhouette of the cavalry.

Only then did people realize that what was coming in the wind was not the sound of drums, but the vibration of horse hooves trampling the earth.

The sound of hoofbeats became louder and louder, and the militiamen stopped what they were doing and stretched their necks to look around.

"What are you looking at?" the battalion commander of the third battalion scolded his subordinates: "Keep working!"

The militiamen worked harder to dig trenches. The commander of the third battalion looked at the enemy and remained silent for a long time.

The Tertons are coming.

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Teltown's vanguard troops occupied the hills on the north side and did not launch an attack rashly.

The distance between the two sides is about four or five kilometers, separated by a hill, and they are facing each other faintly outside each other's field of vision.

As time passed, Winters' rearguard troops arrived one after another, and the Terton people also arrived on the battlefield one after another.

When it was getting dark, Winters heard a tsunami of cheers coming from the Terton camp.

Winters, who was walking in front of the position, casually said to Charles: "It's probably the monkey's butt and cheek."

"Come just come." Charles muttered in a low voice: "You damn barbarian, what are you calling for?"

It has become Winters' habit to take a walk in the military camp during dinner time. Usually he takes no one with him, but today Charles and Heinrich must follow him.

After walking aimlessly for a while, Winters felt a little tired, so he found a nearby campfire to rest.

The militiamen gathered around the campfire did not recognize this young man in an old coat. They thought he was also a militiaman, so they moved their buttocks to make room for Winters and others.

The cold wind was howling, and the militiamen wrapped themselves tightly in their clothes and stayed as close to the campfire as possible to keep warm.
To be continued...