On the evening of the 22nd, Sean issued a notice to the whole army.

This notice was read out in front of each company on a regimental basis, and it obviously had a strong Kang's color:

"Soldiers! We are saddened by recent events on the battlefield, in which we have lost the lives of at least 100,000 of our compatriots. Fortunately, the pre-15 August defence line and a series of fortifications and fortifications are still in our hands. ”

"But failure is failure, needless to say, and it doesn't have to be attributed to bad weather, the only thing that defeats us is shameful cowardice. ”

"Our esteemed Marshal Lewis is still in Tudra, he is only fifty kilometers away from us, and you have all obeyed his orders, and have been taught and cared for by him, do you not want to welcome back our marshal?

Even in Tudla, there are still some warriors who persist in fighting, facing several times the enemy, whose valuable persistence is admirable, and inflicts great casualties on the enemy, crushing all attempts of the enemy to defeat us in one fell swoop, and buying us time to prepare. ”

"Europa is big, but not a single bit of land is superfluous. The aggressors are still flaunting their might on our land, and our people are struggling to survive under the enemy's iron hooves. In our rear, our brothers workers toiled day and night, we produced munitions, women workers produced military uniforms and sleeping bags and boots for us, and farmers bent over and toiled in the fields to keep us full.

And their children wept because of hunger, and countless people died because of this protracted war. Among them, there are also your parents, brothers and sisters. This must be over!"

"Now, we have one such opportunity in front of us. We will march shoulder to shoulder to shoulder on the enemy's artillery fire in the early morning of tomorrow, when the first rays of the sun shine on the land of the Motherland, and the glory will begin with Jobosa, and the victory will be ours!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, most of the soldiers had already fallen asleep, except for the troops who served as guards and patrols outside the city.

Major Woodley had just finished inspecting his battalion's preparations.

Although the Nationalist Army is said to be a new army, the 3rd Division, which was formed at the latest, has also been trained for one year and two months, which can be said to be well-trained compared to other units in the Empire.

Tomorrow will be a formal war, and tomorrow will see what the quality of the national army is. Major Woodley was nervous and excited, but he struggled to suppress the emotion.

The battalion he commanded was a battalion under the QuickGun Regiment directly under the 1st Division of the National Army. Tomorrow, the 1st Division will be the main frontal attacking force, the Quick-Gun Regiment will be the vanguard of the whole division, and the 1st Battalion under his command will be the vanguard of the vanguard.

The reason why it was named the QuickGun Regiment was because the 1st Division had not yet had time to reload, and the main force still used the Bess Type 1830 front-loading rifle.

After the other two divisions were equipped with new rifles, Sean equipped the 1st Division with a new rifle of regimental size, which also took into account the fact that the 1st Division was formed earlier and was accustomed to using flintlock guns.

The night was quiet, and even the gunfire outside the city was silent a lot tonight.

Major Woodley wrote a long letter to his wife, carefully sealed the envelope, and delivered it to the post box outside the command, where it would be picked up by someone tomorrow morning, ten days at the earliest, and a month later at night.

When he had done this, Major Woodley suddenly felt relieved. He stood at the doorway of the battalion headquarters, shook his neck, and looked at the building opposite, where the lights were still bright.

Sean hadn't rested yet, in fact he hadn't been lying down properly since he came to Yobosa City and took over the city's defenses.

When he was tired, Sean would lie down on the table and take a nap and let the soldiers of the guard battalion remember to wake him up after half an hour.

Wells, Perosa, Luca Mora of the 1st Division, James Roberts of the 2nd Division, and Liam Lawrence of the 3rd Division, as well as George Grant, as well as several generals and colonels of the former Western Front who became Shaun's subordinates after the reorganization, and many more staff officers, all revolved around Sean to make final preparations for war.

For Grant and other new officers, it was difficult for them to adapt to the style of the national army system, and they paid attention to rigor and order everywhere, and all language such as almost, maybe, and probable was absolutely forbidden, and all reports that could speak in precise numbers were never expressed in words.

The staff officers, all of whom seemed to be proficient in arithmetic, could give an accurate figure as soon as the commander needed it. Everyone is like a clockwork, which, once tightened, runs in an orderly manner.

Sean glanced at his pocket watch and threw it on the map:

"It's 10 o'clock in the evening, and what should be prepared is ready, and I won't say that the rest depends on God's will, you will do your best.

Now back to their respective units, they must have a good rest tonight.

Tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock sharp, the 1st Division of the Nationalist Army will set out first to serve as the main attacking force, the 2nd and 3rd Divisions will be the left and right flanks, and George's troops will advance with me as the general reserve. Except for those left behind, the other units will move according to the prescribed route and time, and you have the right to temporarily cut off, but you must not violate my general operational policy, and all units must cooperate closely and act according to orders!"

"Yes!"

After the generals saluted, they dispersed. George Grant was left behind, and Sean asked:

"George, what is the mood of the soldiers in your army right now?"

'The morale is good, but they need a win. "Grant Road,"

'We really need a win and we don't have much time left. "Frankly, before August 15th, I even thought about returning to Genoa with my army. ”

Grant was surprised that almost everyone was confident of beating the Belisians by August 15, at least no one would have thought of a big rout.

He didn't understand why Sean would have the idea of becoming a deserter before August 15, which was the exact opposite of what he had seen in the past few days, and the national army was fighting high.

Sean didn't elaborate:

"We need to get a big victory in a week, otherwise the empire is really doomed. ”

Grant was also from a noble background, and his good education made him look mild-mannered, and he was known as a "wise general" in the army.

He thought a lot for a moment, and he suddenly remembered that Sean had not mentioned the Holy City for the past few days, and he had not mentioned the Emperor in his mobilization notice to the soldiers.

It didn't make sense, and Grant didn't dare to think about it.

"If the 1st Division of the National Army opens up, it will definitely attract the main force of the Billy to besiege, and I need your troops to take full advantage of their mobility, quickly penetrate behind enemy lines, and disrupt the enemy's supplies, so that we can leave as many enemies as possible. For this reason, I will equip your troops with as many vehicles and livestock as possible. ”

"Our department will live up to your high expectations!"

Grant gave a solemn military salute.