Jean hurried to the eastern wall of the city of Gangdia.

Admiral Schmidt was already there, and the city was full of officers and soldiers, all of whom were standing on their feet and looking to the east.

Fighting was taking place about two kilometers away, and the light of the guns was so conspicuous in the already dark night that Jean heard the shouts one after another.

"It's not a good idea to charge in the dark. Jean said secretly.

However, this is clearly a good sign that the tide of the war is changing in a positive direction, and at least one unit is still moving closer to itself.

"Your Highness, I have prepared a force of five hundred men and are ready to go out of the city to meet you. They were all the bravest soldiers and officers. Admiral Schmidt said.

"Very well, let them go. Jean nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "If they can't come back, let them join up with the friendly forces, and by the way, tell the friendly forces that we are ready to break out at 5 a.m. on February 15, three days later, and hope that their commander will be able to provide the necessary cooperation." ”

Of course, if this 500-strong force can return to the city, it means that the enemy's encirclement is not so tight or even the end of the crossbow, and at that time it will not be a breakthrough but a counterattack.

The breakout troops went up to the city, and they prepared to hang them down with ropes. Before they could go down, the cannons at the head of the city began to prepare for fire, firing incendiary shells of various calibers first at the outside of the city, and then pouring shells into the Assyrian positions under the light of the fire.

No one knows how many enemy troops were hit by these shells. Taking advantage of the moment of the shelling, the officers and men of the breakthrough force went down to the city, and then rushed to the east in a tight formation.

The night battles of this era are not fundamentally different from those of ancient times, they are quite dangerous, and if they are not organized tightly enough, they will even let their own side walk and scatter.

Sure enough, less than 800 meters from the wall, they encountered the Assyrians, and the uncertainty of the night made both sides look very confused, and they spontaneously fired ahead.

And then they crashed into each other.

In the midst of the chaos, the Europa soldiers shouted the slogan "Victory" to encourage them to distinguish between friend and foe, and they miraculously broke out of the Assyrian encirclement with bayonets.

Far fewer of them died at the hands of the enemy's guns than their lost officers and soldiers.

Two kilometers away from these lucky breakouts, Lieutenant Franco-Frank was worried.

Before the siege of the city of Gangdia last winter, Lieutenant Frank, one of the crown prince's most trusted staff officers, was sent out to the city to liaise with the scattered troops.

The northern part of the empire was in a mess, full of enemy sweeping troops, and Lieutenant Frank could be said to have experienced nine deaths.

He contacted seven formed units, a regiment at most and a company at a minimum, all of which were held back because the enemy was advancing too quickly. However, these forces were quickly disintegrated and annihilated in the resistance to the enemy's aggression.

Lieutenant Frank even had a serious illness, he suffered from the wind chill and almost died. He was taken in by a well-meaning Orion family in the Black Forest and cared for until he recovered, but the family did not escape the Assyrian cleansing.

As he walked out of the Black Forest, he encountered many rangers, but he was unable to convince them to obey his command, and they had lost the courage to fight, and they had lost their weapons like lost dogs.

At this time, he learned from a herdsman who was hiding from the fighting that the 21st Infantry Division was fighting nearby. So, Lieutenant Frank met the commander of the 1st Brigade of the division, Colonel Hans Horns.

The colonel was an old acquaintance of Sean's, but Horns did not know Lieutenant Frank, who his men had captured him as a deserter.

Horns was an orthodox professional soldier who hated deserters more than the enemy, and he didn't have time to scift through the lone Imperial officers and soldiers, so he threw them all into the battlefield as death squads for the 1st Brigade.

In his simple and crude words, this is the most effective way to distinguish friend from foe.

The day before Lieutenant Frank was brought into battle, he finally asked the soldiers of the 1st Brigade on his behalf, after telling his tongue, to appeal to his superiors on his behalf.

Lieutenant Frank was taken to Lieutenant Colonel Horns' temporary headquarters.

The 1st Brigade was always on the march and at war, and they never stayed in one place for more than two hours during the day. The officers and men also wore a variety of clothes, because of the shortage of supplies for the winter, some wore standard military overcoats, some wore the sheepskin jackets of the steppe herdsmen, and some even wore military uniforms taken from the enemy's body - they were worn backwards, but their morale was high.

Just like Colonel Horns's waist, he is always straight.

"Do you know Sean Connery, or is the crown prince's staff officer?" asked Colonel Horns.

"Yes, sir. In 1831, at the time of the rebellion, Count Connelly was the commander of the Civil Defence of Genoa, and I was then a second lieutenant, acting as a liaison officer in his army on the orders of the Crown Prince. Frank Road.

"You don't have papers, you don't have witnesses, I can't believe your words. You know, we have many people who have become spies, and these bugs are brothers and sisters to our enemies, and they help the brutal enemy to kill our compatriots, which is shameful. They are more dangerous than the enemy. Horns squeezed out a slight smile, "Of course, you can tell about Sean's relationship with me, obviously you are not your average spy." ”

"Sir, I'm not a spy!" argued Lieutenant Frank, "I am indeed a friend of Count Connery. ”

"And what do you say about Sean's personal preferences?" Horns asked.

"Personal preference?" said Lieutenant Frank, "Count Connery is different from other nobles, for you know, he was originally a commoner, and had no sense of being a nobleman. For example, he loves the kitchen, he is very particular about eating, and he is also very thoughtful, even hands-on. If you want me to say, he can go and be a cook. In my opinion, he is a slacker at heart, but the average person can't see it, because he always uses his brain to find the most efficient way, and no matter how tricky it is, he always finds the right way, and this is what is most amazing and admirable about him. ”

"For example?" Horns smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"He likes to make plans, and then find the right person, give the person full trust and support, and if this is not cooperative, then tie him up with benefits, and the rest is supervision and inspection. He called this 'management' so that he could relax himself......"

Lieutenant Frank's description made the main officers of the 1st Brigade of the 21st Division present laugh out loud, and one of the officers with a big nose laughed the most heroically.

The lowest rank for these officers is also Major.

They are Gary Norris (nicknamed Big Nose), John Smith, George Schmidt, Andrew Barrett, Michael Benson, and Geelong Borg, among others, all of whom are Shaun's former comrades-in-arms.

"Now, we're sure you're Sean's friend. Gary Norris patted Lieutenant Frank on the shoulder.

"Now, then, Lieutenant Frank, it's time for us to get down to business. Horns said.