Admiral Michael Schmidt's strength was such that Lieutenant Frank could not refuse, and he felt that if he refused, he would be shot.

The lieutenant was forced to write paperwork and hand over half of the amount in advance to Schmidt, who had to write a letter to the crown prince.

The crown prince quickly replied that he knew.

Schmidt tacitly used the money to buy all kinds of much-needed supplies from the Genoese, and of course he also knew Sean's careful thinking - to keep the benefits in Genoa.

Anyway, this money is equivalent to being picked up for nothing, and there is no need to look at the faces of those civilian officials, and there is no need to ask the bureaucrats of the military department for instructions again and again, this money is well spent. As for what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince thinks, he doesn't care too much at all.

Schmidt was the answer.

In fact, the field hospital didn't spend so much money at all, and most of it was "misappropriated" by him to buy scarce military supplies, half of which were gunpowder and half of which were warm military uniforms - he felt that Sean's military coats, military boots and standard sweaters were good in texture and functionality, warm, wear-resistant and lightweight, and the only drawback was that they were not flashy enough.

It just so happens that Genoa, or to be precise, Vichy Town, can produce its own - the Vichy branch of Bess Machinery and Kang's Textiles, as well as some factory owners who are close to the Civil Defense and Sean.

Due to the proximity, not only does the delivery time be saved, but Schmidt can also buy more for the same price, and there is no middleman to make the difference.

Everyone was happy.

But this is all an afterthought, at the moment Sean can only take out some medical supplies from his own reserves and send them to the field hospital for emergency relief, he feels that General Schmidt has money now, so these materials are all discounted by him, and they can't be given away in vain.

The soldiers of a company were busy for most of the day, cleaning up the inside and outside of the hospital, repairing everything that should be repaired and replacing everything that could not be repaired.

After Sean's efforts, General Schmidt agreed to increase the manpower of the field hospital, otherwise it would not be able to cope with the need for 500 wounded.

The bed sheets used by the wounded were all replaced with white cotton sheets, changed and cleaned every three days and disinfected with boiling water, the ground was sprinkled with lime, ventilation was paid attention to every day, and the wounded were carried to the yard to bask in the sun when the weather was fine.

All utensils, including utensils, are sanitized before use every day. The food was more classy, and the wounded drank thick broth at least twice a day.

Half a month later, "only" 20 of the wounded died, and most of the wounded looked much better, and some were discharged from the hospital one after another.

Schmidt was shocked to hear the news, and came to inspect it, and praised Dean Gay greatly, and when he heard that Sean had only been here twice in the first few days, he was in a bad mood, which made Dean Gay think that he had said the wrong thing.

On this afternoon, the weather was rare in winter.

CDF soldiers are stationed five kilometres outside the city of Lunga, which belongs to the rear, and they have nothing to do but train them, and they are not allowed to patrol or reconnoitre.

In order to find something for the soldiers to do, Sean held a football tournament in the army, and today is the final final, with two football teams belonging to the 3rd and 8th companies competing for the final championship and runner-up.

The pitch was rudimentary, and it was a large flat wheat field, of course, abandoned by the war. Flattened with stones, marked with lime, and erected a few poles, the pitch became a pitch.

The competition on the field was fierce, but most of the onlookers were not officers and soldiers of the Civil Defense Force.

General Schmidt suddenly appeared on the sidelines, he was wearing a New Army overcoat today, and the supplies he had ordered from the Genoese began to arrive.

The sound of the mountains and the tsunami is endless. Schmidt patted the soldier in front of him:

"Soldier, what is this doing?"

"Kick the ball, stupid!" the soldier didn't look back.

"What?"

"Kick ......" The soldier glanced back, and immediately turned pale, "General, I ......"

Schmidt pushed the soldier aside and said, "Isn't this just a game?" It seems to be a little interesting. ”

As he spoke, the football flew to Schmidt's feet, and only then did the players on the field and the officers and soldiers watching the battle around him know that the commander-in-chief was coming.

Schmidt learned the player's posture and volleyed, but unfortunately, this kick was crooked, and the force was too strong, and he fell to the ground on the spot, making a big appearance.

There was silence.

Schmidt stood up with the help of his adjutant, his face flushed, and he laughed at himself:

"Well, I've been missing exercise lately. Do you young people look down on me, a fifty-five-year-old man?"

"Don't dare, General!" laughed left and right.

As soon as the whistle blew, the game continued, and an officer playfully explained the rules to General Schmidt.

"Well, the offense, the defense, the cover, and the entanglement and deception, like fighting, is interesting. Schmidt nodded.

At the end of the game, the score between the two sides was 2-2, and a penalty shootout was held, but the fierce atmosphere of the game was pushed to the top.

In the end, they won the championship for three consecutive years, and each team member plus the substitute won a gold medal - real gold, worth at least one month's military salary.

After watching the game, General Schmidt was still unsatisfied and thought that the sport could be promoted in the army.

Sean accompanied him on a tour of the Genoese Civil Guard's station, which impressed him with its neatness, uniformity, and high beauty of serious lines, compared to the friendly quarters that resembled kennels.

Sean suspected that it was the CDF's meal at night that impressed him even more.

"It's a crime to be extravagant. General Schmidt commented, "Are you southerners rich? ”

"My Commander-in-Chief, we're just asking the rich to take their share of the money. Sean replied.

"But it's hard, isn't it?" Schmidt muttered.

"That's true. A rich man would rather squander a famous horse without frowning, but if he is asked to pay an extra shilling tax, he may fight with you. Sean nodded.

Schmidt didn't want to go deep into this topic and wasn't interested in it, and this kind of question was always on his mind:

"Sean, I've gotten a lot of supplies in the past half a month, and those misers have finally opened the cash drawer. And your 200,000 cash is almost spent, it's the time when the army is strong, and now I have more confidence than ever. As the New Year of 1832 approaches, I hope that the rebels will be completely wiped out and peace restored. ”

"I wish the general victory. "We Genoese also look forward to this day as soon as possible, in fact, if the war is not ended soon, morale will suffer, and the New Year is coming soon." ”

"Yes, the New Year is coming, and time flies so fast. This will also require the help of your Civil Defence Force, which is an army that can be reused. Schmidt said.

Sean immediately said: "Genoa Civil Guard, completely obey your command!"

The next day, at the counterinsurgency headquarters in Lunga, General Schmidt convened a military meeting.

This can also be seen as a pre-war mobilization meeting, where the school gathers. Sean and his two main lieutenants were also in attendance.

At this meeting, the composition and strength of the enemy's forces, as well as the possible tactics of the rebels, were analyzed by synthesizing intelligence from all sides.

The city of Daguerre is located at the corner of the confluence of the Moore River and the Longjiang River, and is bordered by the Great River on three sides. Although there is a fleet of our own navy on the Longjiang River, it is difficult to take it down by artillery attacks alone, and landing on the river can only become a live target for the rebels' artillery.

The only role of the naval fleet was to blockade and prevent the possibility of the rebels escaping from the river.

Only the western part of the city could be attacked by land.

However, the rebels were centered on the city of Daguerre, fortified in dense villages and towns on the outskirts of the city, and built forts at some strategic points.

In order for the government army to reach the city of Daguerre, they must eat these fortified villages and towns one bite at a time, and the terrain of the waterways in this area is not conducive to the deployment of large-scale troops, and they will definitely pay a heavy price.

But the hard bones must be gnawed, and General Schmidt, who is known for his unruliness, also feels the pressure, and even he himself will feel ashamed if the war drags on until next spring.

General Schmidt prepared to attack along the west bank of the Moore River with the main force of his most trusted and powerful 1st Division, and he handed over his left flank to the Genoese Civil Guard, part of which advanced on the east bank of the Moore River until it reached the city of Daguerre.

The process of military preparation had already begun, especially since General Schmidt had gathered two hundred cannons of all kinds, and he was ready to set foot on the city of Daguerre with absolute strength.

The military meeting became a word for General Schmidt, and the officers assigned to the easy task were visibly relieved, especially those advancing from the east bank of the Moore River.

In fact, General Schmidt did not dare to let these guys who can only fight with the wind take more responsibility.

With the exception of the Genoese Civil Guard, General Schmidt had high hopes for Sean to protect his left flank, even though Sean did not want to be too desperate.

Once the success is achieved, the bones will wither, and war means death.

If those so-called exploits aside, Sean's responsibility is to preserve his men as much as possible, but he will never stop because he is afraid of death.

Receiving the task, Sean set about preparing for the battle.

At this moment, the city of Daguerre is filled with a tense atmosphere before the war.

The walls of Dagai City were originally roughly circular fortifications, and it was a city with a long history, so its walls were tall and thick enough. The rebels spared no effort in manpower and material resources to build many prismatic fortifications on its periphery, mainly triangular and hexagonal.

Outside the prismatic fortifications, a large number of moats and earthen embankments were built, which, together with the bastions, formed a strong defensive posture.

It is said that these professional designs were designed by the professor, the commander-in-chief of the Free Army.

The inhabitants of the city were ordered to work hard to fortify the city, and the rebels tore off their disguises and forced them to work day and night to transform the city into a well-fortified city.

Residents have paid the price for the trust they have easily paid in the past.

When the rebels were besieged by government forces at the end of November, within 100 kilometres of Daguerre, residents found themselves less and less valuable, firewood for cooking was more expensive than food, and coal was not even a matter of thought. Later, they found that they could not buy food, so they had to "volunteer" to become free labor for the rebels.

Not long ago, they had followed the rebels into the mansions of the rich and the warehouses of the merchants, rejoicing in the hope of getting a silver spoon or a piece of brightly colored cloth.

A group of coolies carried a cannon to the top of the city, loaded it onto a cast iron cart frame, and carried it to the fortress attached to the city walls. Each fort has at least six guns, forming a network of fire without blind spots.

Most of these guns were self-cast by the rebels, and they were cast extremely heavy to prevent boreholes. The rebels preferred to forge mortar cannons that were easy to craft and easy to move, and they were placed on earthen embankments outside the city.

In order to forge these cannons, the rebels found all the iron tools they could find in the city, including kitchen knives, iron pots, and even horseshoes.

As the leader of the labour, Bill is in charge of a 200-man labourer because he is ruthless enough and has the means to get the workers to complete their tasks quickly and well.

He had a beard and a few terrible scars on his face that made him look extremely vicious. He only had to rest his gaze on a laborer for a second, and the laborer's face immediately turned pale, and then he summoned a severe beating.

No one knows where he came from, except that when the rebels came to Daguerre, he came, and soon got mixed up with a man who was engaged in engineering and construction through some of the middle ranks of the rebels.

He is the equivalent of a contractor, working for the rebels, and will be rewarded with something. To this end, he hired 10 thugs, all of them ruthless, either fugitives and scoundrels or professional hooligans, through whom Bill brought the 200 laborers into obedience.

In the service of the rebels, Bill worked hard.

It's time to deliver and set up the last cannons, because the final battle is here, and even a lost dog in the city can feel the growing tension.

Standing on the city walls, Bill looked beyond the "Free Army" soldiers to the fields outside the city.

Under the gloomy sky, there was nothing living in the fields except for the soldiers of the Free Army.

His gaze lingered on a high ridge outside the city, where a church had been demolished to strengthen the city's defenses, leaving only a pile of rubble.

It's getting colder and colder, and it might snow in two days. This is the coldest time of the year in Guineapoli.

A group of leaders of the Free Army, surrounded by a person, walked over. Bill hurriedly lowered his head and drove the laborers out of the city.

The laborers were dejected, and some had the audacity to look at Bill with flattering faces.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Bill handed out a wooden sign to each of them, with which the laborers could get a little food to keep themselves on and that's it.

Bill, though fierce and never relentless in his fights, would not withhold the laborers' rations, which was perhaps the entire ration of each of their families.

While handing out the wooden sign, Bill's eyes glanced at the figure at the head of the city.

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