"Have the French not attacked yet?"

"General Aristotle, our scouts have not yet found any signs of French attack, but the French cavalry have been circling outside our army, and as long as our army sets out, they will immediately notice it.

Our cavalry was very small and could not fight against the French cavalry, so we could never break through their blockade and look for the French barracks."

After hearing this, Aristotle was silent for a moment, turned to look at another general and asked, "How are the soldiers in the camp?"

Aristotle had actually inspected the camp and knew that the morale of the army was declining rapidly at this time, but he was still looking forward to it, and at the same time he wanted to see the mentality of the generals under his command about this battle.

The general who was watched by Aristotle lowered his head and blamed himself: "Sorry, General Aristotle, I failed to regain my morale.

The tragedy of the First Division has spread throughout the army. Even the remaining soldiers of the First Division are in a daze, and the soldiers of other units are afraid of this tragic battle."

Aristotle sighed and extinguished the last trace of luck in his mind. He stood up and looked around the senior generals who followed him and ordered: "We cannot wait like this. The whole army will set off the camp and continue to move forward. If the French still want to intercept them, we will rush over and kill them all!

Victory will definitely belong to the Legion of Honor!”

"yes!"

The high-spirited response made Aristotle feel relieved, at least these senior generals and officials have not given up yet.

…………

After unconscious on the battlefield, Etor, who survived by the French voluntarily evacuated, had a headscarf stained with blood wrapped around his injured part.

Etor successfully relegated from a company captain who had more than 100 people to a captain with only military rank but not a single soldier...

The reason is very simple. He is the only one left in his company and is still alive!

When Ethor first got the news, he was stunned for more than ten minutes before he recovered. It felt as if the whole world had collapsed.

Even now, Ethor's eyes have become erratic, and his once unwavering determination has long disappeared.

At this time, Ethor was assigned to the pathfinder in the Second Division and moved forward silently with his weapons.

"God bless you, I hope we don't encounter the French Wehrmacht, otherwise we will definitely be as dead as the First Division..."

Ethor was furious when he heard an ordinary soldier with a military rank next to him, constantly placing crosses on his chest and muttering prayers.

The silent Ethor suddenly grabbed the private who was constantly praying like a beast, and his face was covered with a bit of horror in the confusion.

"Damn bastard, the first division has not died, I am from the first division!"

“Etol, what are you doing?!

Let go quickly, how can you attack your own people?!

No matter which unit the Legion of Honor is, they are brothers from the same big family!”

The captain who led the team immediately spoke out and stopped him after seeing this scene.

Obviously, the other party knew Ethor's identity and military rank very well.

After hearing the scolding, Ettor's hot mind cooled a little, let go of his palm and threw the frightened private aside.

The private wanted to have an attack, but after seeing Ethor's rank ejection, he just clenched his fists in anger.

Although it is said that everyone is brother in the Legion of Honor, the hierarchy in the army is very strict. Only in this way can the overall combat effectiveness of the army be guaranteed.

If the soldier and the officer really become brothers, what if the officers on the battlefield ask for a charge, the soldiers are afraid of death and dare not come forward to ask the officer for pleading with him?

Therefore, brothers in the army are just a title that wins people's hearts on weekdays. The Legion of Honor is often more cruel on the battlefield, especially when dealing with deserters. In the military discipline issued by Aristotle, there is only one word for punishment for deserters - killing!

On the one hand, brainwashing is done by using ideological education, and on the other hand, strict military discipline is used to restrain soldiers, so that the combat effectiveness of the Honor Corps will not decline.

"I heard that only one out of ten people in the First Division survived, but I didn't expect that there was one here, and it was really..."

A non-commissioned officer next to him whispered.

“Ethor, why are you going to attack this privateer?

Although you are a captain now, you are not the commander of this unit, do you understand?"

The captain who scolded Ethor came over and questioned with a serious expression.

Officials in the Legion of Honor all have the tradition of protecting their children, which is actually Aristotle's intentional guidance, which makes it easier for soldiers to unite with officers, especially front-line officers. If they can get the support of soldiers, it will be easy to mobilize emotions on the battlefield.

At that time, Ethor was able to make the company soldiers under his command with heavy casualties rush and attack because of this kind of honorary army.

"He insulted the First Division and said that all the people in the First Division were dead!"

After hearing Ethor's words, the private instinctively lied and retorted: "No! I don't!

Captain Ettor came from the First Division, and must have been mentally stimulated, so he had hallucinations and suddenly attacked me."

The soldier recalled that when he was praying just now, Ethor was the only one who was close to him, and he became very confident.

The First Division has been defined as a heroic unit by Aristotle and a group of senior generals of the Honorary Legion. Anyone who dares to insult the First Division at this time will really feel that he has a long life.

So as long as there is no sufficient evidence, the privateer has no courage to admit his mistakes.

After hearing this, Ethor laughed in anger. He was about to curse the other party, but suddenly a gunshot came from a distance. Then the gunshot sounded like a command gun, causing gunshots one after another!

The lying private immediately trembled, covered the blood blooming on his chest, and fell to the ground with disbelief on his face. He wanted to ask for help, but a large mouthful of blood was spewed out!

Not long after, the privateer died completely...

For the French Defence Force sharpshooters, aiming at chest shooting is much higher than aiming at head shooting, and it is almost as fatal as possible.

After all, there are a large number of organs in the chest of the human body. No matter which organ is hit, it means death in this era.

"Enemy attack!"

The captain shouted at the top of his lungs.

Ethor was stunned for a few seconds when he looked at the soldier who was in the end. He quickly showed the scene before his last battle and the Shura Field where corpses were everywhere after waking up.

"The French Wehrmacht is here!

Those demon-like soldiers are coming!

It's over, we can't win, how can a man beat the demon?!"

As if he was hysterical, Ettor threw away his weapons and fled towards the rear. As the surviving "hero" of the First Division, Ettor became a deserter as soon as he encountered an attack!

The officers and soldiers of the Second Division around him were shocked when they saw Ettor running away. It is not difficult to tell from the gunfire that they encountered only a small number of pathfinders of the French Defense Forces, and the number of people was definitely not as large as theirs. As for escaping?

The Legion of Honor has zero tolerance for deserters!

Sure enough, the captain who had just scolded Ethor suddenly ordered the soldiers around him: "Captain Ethor ran away during wartime and shot him to me!"

After saying that, the captain took the lead in drawing his gun and firing at Ettor's back.

The soldiers around him naturally would not refuse such a live target that was close to him, and killing deserters on the battlefield was their inculcated duty.

In the Legion of Honor, any soldier has the right to shoot deserters who fled during war!

After a few gunshots, Ettor felt a severe pain from his back, and he rushed to the ground under the impact of lead bullets. After the pounce, Ettor no longer had the strength to get up.

It was not until this time that Ethor seemed to have regained his wise and rationality. He couldn't help but feel full of regret. He actually forgot the wartime regulations of the Legion of Honor!

"I am such a sad person. I'm passionate about dying on the battlefield, but in the end I was treated as a deserter and was beaten to death by my own people..."

After this thought came to Ethor's mind, he was swallowed up by the surging fatigue and darkness.

However, killing Ethor did not improve the situation of this pathfinder. The French Defence Force sharpshooter on the opposite side was simply comparable to a god in such a small-scale attack.

The Pathfinder of this Legion of Honor was shot to death by nearly half of the people in less than ten minutes, and was defeated without causing any casualties to the Sharpshooter.

Then, the French Defence Force of the brigade appeared in front of the Legion of Honor, left and right wings!

After a few light cannons roared, the French Wehrmacht quickly launched a formation to launch an attack.

This time, the French Defense Forces did not set up a tight formation, but instead let the guards infantry directly erect the bayonets and charge with loose battle lines.

First, walk quickly, and after approaching the effective range of the enemy's musket, start running quickly.

Even Aristotle, who was riding on a tall horse, saw the French Defense Forces crossing three sides. Although the number of people was not as large as that of their own, they rushed out of the momentum of thousands of troops.

The Legion of Honor, which had just launched its defensive formation, was knocked over by the guard infantry who had just fired a round of guns and was thrown up by the man who was thrown on the guards and was thrown up by the horse.

This time, the Legion of Honor did not launch a counter-charge against the grenades of the French Defense Forces like the previous First Division, but was knocked back step by step by step.

As soon as the peripheral soldiers of the Honor Legion retreated, the entire defensive battle line suddenly became fragmented, and the guard infantry easily interspered in and launched a fierce battle.

The guard infantry, who was not wearing a military cap, rushed to the front with a white cloth strip on his arm, and carried a hissing and smoked explosive pack behind him.

These people were all scattered in a few spots and rushed towards the crowd.

Accompanied by explosions, the last defensive turtle shell of the Legion of Honor was completely smashed.

Aristotle rode a tall horse and kept shouting and giving orders. He went everywhere with defeated and scattered soldiers of Honor, and many soldiers of Honor even fell to their knees on the ground and raised their hands!

What Aristotle worried about the most happened!

What's even more unlucky is that the war horse Aristotle was riding was hit by a stray bullet shot from somewhere, and immediately wailed Aristotle and flew out. When Aristotle, who was knocked unconscious, woke up, he had already appeared in the barracks of the French Wehrmacht.

Aristotle, the leader of the powerful honorary army in the Kingdom of Serbia, was captured alive!

However, the Legion of Honor is worthy of being a unit composed of poor people, and the skill points of running away were almost over. Aristotle often asked soldiers to train their physical fitness. In addition, the French Defense Forces lacked the troops to pursue, so many people still escaped.

Of course, for Napoleon, his goal had been achieved.

He knew that Aristotle was the core soul of the Legion of Honor. Without Aristotle's Legion of Honor, even if it had not been completely wiped out, it would not be possible to maintain its original combat power.
To be continued...