Admiral Michael Schmidt, fifty-five years old.

As a soldier, he had been on the battlefield for a long time, and when he was young, he followed the emperor in the war against the Bilisians, and because of his aristocratic background, he was not slow to rise through the ranks of the army at his age.

If he hadn't been unruly, liked to speak out, and often offended his colleagues, he would have become a marshal long ago.

This is a very tough guy on the battlefield and in officialdom. But this tough guy is in trouble now.

He had about 20,000 troops under his command, the most effective of which was one of the divisions with a total of 12,000 troops, called the 1st Division of Unity, under the jurisdiction of 3 infantry brigades, each brigade with a small number of artillery and cavalry companies, General Shi Guante personally served as the division commander.

In addition to this, there are 2 artillery regiments and 1 cavalry regiment.

Such a configuration was not bad for dealing with the rebellion at home, and he was confident that he would fight a general battle at St. Nouvé and completely destroy the main force of the rebels.

But since November, all kinds of bad news have come.

At first, the newspapers accused him of not fighting well, and instead of destroying the rebels in the province of Saint-Noowe, he burned the war to Guineapoli. Of course, he wanted to keep the rebels in Saint-Nouvé and then encircle them in the winter, a plan drawn up by the crown prince and senior staff officers, and he executed it perfectly.

But the rebels were not wood, they abandoned their existing territory, jumped directly outside the encirclement, and ran to Guineapoli.

The accusations of public opinion, of course, are just to blame the crown prince, and there is a force that targets the crown prince. General Schmidt didn't care about politics and didn't care, these things were left to the crown prince's staff, and he was only responsible for the war.

The cabinet was giving the army longer and longer intervals, and although the winters in Guineapoli were not cold to him as a northerner, some of his soldiers fought in thin uniforms.

This is an unforgivable mistake, and if he could, he wanted to make the inefficient civil servants eat the guns.

What was even more terrifying was the sudden outbreak of a plague in the army, which led to a large attrition of the army and low morale among the troops.

At this time, the rebels changed their tactics, they frequently sent small troops, harassed the supply lines and marching routes of the government army, frequently ate small groups of troops, and accumulated a considerable number of troops in a month, of course, these losses were mainly auxiliary troops.

The rebels who got a respite actually got stronger and stronger, and the rich Guineapoli gave the rebels a large amount of supplies, and they even got a complete arsenal of Guineapolis.

Unlike elsewhere, in the core of the rebels' rule, because of their abundant resources, they treated the local population very favorably - no taxes and no taxes, and distributed the land of the nobles, the church, and the rich to the poor.

The "tempted" locals gave the rebels ample convenience, being subjects of the empire during the day and becoming part of the rebels at night.

Therefore, General Schmidt is mired in a war of law and order, and if his subordinates are a little loose, it will often cause a bigger storm or even bloodshed.

Aware of this problem, General Schmidt had no choice but to strictly enforce military discipline, for which he shot quite a few of his men, including several lieutenants, but to no avail.

Because the source of his subordinates is also very complicated, the generals and colonel-level officers are basically from the Guards, and the soldiers come from the garrisons from all over the country, some are local patrol police, some are local militia groups, and some are recruited locally.

Forcibly bringing them together will inevitably lead to some intrigues, with those who come from the Guards looking down on those who come from the local garrisons, the northerners looking down on the southerners, and the locals looking down on outsiders.

However, General Schmidt was not a mediocre general, and although those co-subordinate troops could not fight a tough battle, they could still build roads and forts, and he took the measures of advancing layer by layer with an iron wall, and paid a lot of price, and finally compressed the rebel army within a radius of 100 kilometers centered on Daguerre.

It was in this situation that Sean led the Civil Defense Army to General Schmidt's base camp.

The movement of the CDF is relatively large, and it is a small but well-organized army with high morale, which is in stark contrast to the government forces, including the so-called Unity 1st Division.

They do not have brightly colored military uniforms, but are absolutely warm and practical. They were uniformly armed with the new Bess Type 1831 rifled rifles. Because the production of this rifle could not keep up with the lack of funds and the elite units of the empire were just beginning to reload.

It is said that it is a local militia regiment, but it is equipped with an artillery company, and because it is equipped with enough horses, it can even keep up with the speed of the infantry. It's just too extravagant.

General Schmidt's base camp was located in a small town called Longa, and after settling his troops, Sean brought his two main lieutenants, Wells and Perosa, to meet General Schmidt, as well as Lieutenant Frank.

In the Longa base camp, many officers came in and out, some of them were dressed in imperial uniforms, some were imitation uniforms, but all of them were more ornate.

This makes the three commanders of the Genoa Civil Defence more eye-catching.

At this time, General Schmidt was furious, and the skin of his face, which was already relatively red, had turned even redder due to the high mood, as if he had drunk too much.

Several quartermasters were hanging their heads in response to his roar:

"A bunch of vultures, moths, where are my cannons, rifles, gunpowder, and my soldiers are starving, and they can't fight the enemy in the cold wind with hungry stomachs, which is an insult to the warriors of the Empire. They sat in a warm room with a fireplace, and with a wave of their big hand, threw my quartermaster report into the stove, and I was going to take them to a court-martial, state moth!"

"General, under the pressure of His Highness, the representative of the Military Command Department promised to remove twenty field guns from other troops, as well as 2,000 pieces of gunpowder, as well as some military boots and military coats. But it will take time......" someone said.

"Time, time, I don't have time to talk to these bureaucrats. What do the prime minister and the chancellor of the exchequer say? There will always be arms and supplies, and I hope that the crown prince will understand the country's difficulties and overcome the difficulties together, and that the counterinsurgency army should also show its due ability, which is really fucking ridiculous, they want me to fight bravely, but they also want to tie my hands and blame me for having to eat every day!"

The quartermasters who had been trained did not dare to answer, in fact they were only defending the big men of the Holy City against the wrath of General Schmidt, and the general's anger was not directed at them.

Seeing the adjutant appear at the door, Schmidt waved his hand, and the quartermasters left as if they had been pardoned.

"General, His Excellency Viscount Sean Connelly, Commander of the Civil Defence of Genoa, has arrived!" the adjutant announced.

"Come in!"

Schmidt walked around from behind his desk and greeted him affectionately.

"Report to the General!" Sean raised his hand and saluted, "I am ......"

"No, no, I know you, Viscount Sean-Connery!" Schmidt said with a smile, "I have been looking forward to your arrival for a long time, otherwise I would have only heard about your victory from the battle report, and I was really young and promising." The battle for the recapture of Moore City greatly boosted the morale of our army and dealt a great blow to the arrogance of the enemy, which created favorable external conditions for our troops to come to Daguerre. ”

Schmidt patted Sean's arm very strongly, and his evaluation was very high, and he showed great enthusiasm, which surprised Sean.

Sean knows a lot about General Schmidt's own maverick and extremely distinctive style and personality, such as that if someone has a bad relationship with him, he will be subjected to his most vicious verbal attacks, like a cautious shrew who doesn't care about his identity and reputation.

In other words, the person is both aggressive and difficult to deal with. Some people gave him the nickname "Vixen", others said that he was the head of the "lion".

But this man was a fierce general, known for his tough fighting style, many times he won more with less, and he never accepted prisoners. Once a firing squad was organized on the battlefield, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the back of the soldier of his own side, and if anyone dared to take a step back, the firing squad would shoot, and often after a battle, more people died under their own guns than at the hands of the enemy.

This has given him mixed reviews.

Even though he was demoted several times for various things, and even almost expelled from the army on one occasion - because he once scolded the emperor to his face for being raised by a bitch, Schmidt still became a general.

Such a person must not be offended.

Therefore, Sean will not be complacent because of his compliment:

"Your Excellency, the honor belongs to Your Majesty, and it also belongs to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. As part of the Empire, we Genoese just did what we were supposed to do. We are honored to be here under the command of a general with an outstanding track record. ”

Sean's answer was modest, and at the same time a good praise for Schmidt. Schmidt is pleased to:

"Very well, I am also looking forward to fighting alongside you, I heard that although you only have more than two regiments of troops, you are well equipped?"

Out of some consideration, Sean replied: "Report to the General, because the Genoese are loyal to the Empire and the Imperial Family, and after receiving orders from the Holy City, we have reluctantly built up a civil defense force, knowing that we have been hit hard by the earthquake and tsunami at the end of last year. ”

Schmidt's eyes were spinning around, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Your Excellency, please allow me to introduce you to my Deputy Commander, Colonel Herbert Wells, and Chief of Staff, Colonel Villar Perosa. Sean said.

"Your Excellency, Humbling Herbert Wells!"

"Your Excellency, Villar Perosa!"

Schmidt returned the salute one by one, pointing at Franco Frank and saying, "You don't have to salute me, Frankish boy!

Frank said embarrassedly, "Two sets." ”

He underreported.

Schmidt pouted, muttering. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but it certainly wasn't a good thing.

The Frankish family is a wealthy family and a major faction in the army, and there are several marshals and generals, but Schmidt does not like him at all, because he even dares to scold the emperor for being raised by a bitch, which shows his unruliness.

"I've already arranged a dinner party, and the three of you and Franco must attend, and by the way, I will introduce you to your colleagues, because we will have a big battle next, and of course it will take time to prepare. You are the last army to arrive, and I need you and your colleagues to get acquainted with it as soon as possible. Schmidt said.

"It is our honor, Your Excellency!"

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