There are countless streams rushing out of the Ott Mountains.

Some of them would meet in front of a village called Nain, and then merge into a great river and go south until they reach the bosom of the sea from Poitu in the south, where it joins the sea and becomes the port of Poitou.

Upstream of the village of Nain, where these small tributaries flow, a large area of swamps and lakes is formed. These swamps are full of traps, as well as terrible crocodiles.

Spencer, the commander of the cavalry company, paid a lot of money and finally drove the remnants of the werewolves to the mouth of the Nairn River.

The werewolves only ran away, and it was not until they reached the mouth of the river that they realized that they were cornered, and they fought back frantically.

If their wolf king had done his homework beforehand, even if he had a simple battle map, he would not have fled here.

But werewolves are werewolves, and although Wolf is literate and hyphenated, has great dreams for werewolves, and admires human civilization, it is difficult for him to have a mature human civilization mindset.

When Spencer's cavalry company arrived, his horsepower was almost exhausted, and he and his soldiers had to dismount and fight.

If Arthur Young hadn't arrived in time with his men to help him, the cavalry company of only 70 men would not have been able to form a strong firepower, and once the werewolves rushed in front of him, it would have meant that they would all be killed.

The firepower of the two divisions, with a total of 150 people, was able to block the werewolves' counterattack, thanks to the long range and excellent accuracy of the bass rifles.

Among the main forces that followed, it was the artillery company that arrived first, because they left behind their cannons and gun carriages and arrived on horses equipped with individuals.

Fortunately, their new force arrived, otherwise the werewolves might have escaped.

When Sean arrived, the soldiers of the artillery company had already picked up their rifles and automatically joined the battle, and this initiative in battle was greatly admired by Sean, although he always believed that artillery as a technical arm, every gunner was a treasure, and it was unforgivable to lose one easily.

Sean's arrival made the slightly chaotic battle of the soldiers at the mouth of the Nain River more orderly. The gray-white smoke filled the air, and the soldiers seemed to have adapted to the rhythm of the battle, repeating their shots mechanically and accurately.

Wolf King Wolf stared hatefully at Sean standing on a high place, he couldn't see what Sean looked like, but he knew that this was a terrible opponent.

At this moment, Wolf admits that he was too careless, underestimating his opponent and overestimating himself, and being overly superstitious about the strength of the individual, which taught him an extremely painful lesson.

With the arrival of the rear team of the Civil Defense Army, the escape route of the werewolves was completely blocked, and they had to turn around and flee to the swamp area.

"There are crocodiles in the swamp, and if they can escape like this, it means that God has rebelled. Sean laughed.

"Commander, I don't think it's a good joke. "It makes me doubt your faith." ”

"Well, I take my words back. Sean shrugged.

"Arthur!" Sean called Arthur Young over, "go around this swamp and try to keep them as long as you can." ”

"Yes!" Jan immediately summoned his men.

Worf, Arthur, and less than fifty of their remaining clansmen broke into the swamp. In this swamp, there are mud pools, lakes, land, and of course, crocodiles.

More than once they looked at the beasts that were hiding underwater, and suddenly jumped out and dragged their people under the water.

As they walked out of the swamp, Wolf looked back to see only a handful of werewolves left around him.

Tears are a talisman for the weak. Wolf just wanted to find a place where no one was and cry bitterly.

"Where are we going now, king?"

Arthur asked, dejected. His personal bravery was almost useless in this battle, which made him go from one extreme to the other in a day.

"Go home!" replied Worf.

"Home, which home?" asked Arthur looking back.

"If I'm not mistaken, our enemy is already heading for our camp in the mountains, and we are now defeated. Admit it, let's go back to our homeland, there are more warriors there, and we will come back. Wolf said in a deep voice.

Arthur didn't answer, silently following behind Wolf. Worf suddenly stopped, and he glanced back at the Genoese land behind him:

"Arthur, we will definitely be back. ”

"Yes, king, we will definitely come back, and what we have lost today must be repaid a hundredfold. ”

The victory of the Civil Conservator of Genoa, or rather Sean's, soon reached Poitou.

It was then that the Poitu people suddenly remembered that war was still very close to them, and that they could live in peace only because someone carried the weight for them.

But it was a great victory, and the corpses of the werewolves that Sean had sent to Poitu looked pleasing to the eye, and the Governor and the members of the Military Materiel Review Committee were happy to reward all the officers and men of the Civil Defense Force, as well as generous bereavement to the relatives of the soldiers who died in the battle.

Poitou's newspapers praised the Civil Defence Force, touting Sean as a god of war.

In addition to sending people into the mountains to clear the remnants of the werewolves, Sean repaired most of the rest at Fort Partenham, which was the reward that the soldiers deserved.

As for the praise in the newspaper, Sean doesn't take it seriously, because the higher the praise, the harder the fall. If the werewolves were not so conceited, if the number of werewolves were doubled, if the military-technical gap between the two sides was not so large, then the ending could well be rewritten.

But in any case, for the first time, Sean showed his ability to manage and command a sizable army, which can be seen in the rather respectful gesture that Lieutenant Frank showed in front of him.

The son of the Frankish family, who endured it for several days, finally made his own request.

March to St. Noowe!

Deep down, Sean had no interest in marching into Saint-Nouvie, nor was he from the Genoese perspective.

If scholars study this topic carefully, it can be seen that the centralization of the empire of Europa was actually very loose, and the contradiction between centralization and the reality of local autonomy epitomizes it.

Because a Genoese and a Saint-Nouvian had different political and economic rights in the Empire, this is not to say that the Saint-Nouvians were superior to the Genoese, but because of the division of places and artificial divisions, each province was different.

When a Genoese merchant passes through Saint-Nouvé, he has to pay not only customs duties, but also taxes that do not exist in Genoa, and vice versa, when a man from Saint-Nouvi arrives in Genoa, he also has to pay all kinds of taxes that do not exist in his own homeland, and he is subject to all kinds of troubles and interrogations, and the rules that are in force in his homeland may accidentally violate the local laws in a foreign land.

Artificial barriers to the exchange of goods and people, such as these, have separated different provinces. This divide is magnified when the central power is weakened. Leaving the province and arriving in another province is like arriving in another country.

They attribute this to the tradition of local freedom.

This was hated by the emperor and his cabinet ministers, who dreamed of a state with uniform decrees and a uniform tax system, with decrees issued by the state in every corner of the empire, and more importantly, the tax of each shilling should go to the treasury without having to be bargained over at the local level.

So, why did the Genoese fight for the St. Nouvians?

Of course, with Sean's authority in the Civil Guard, he could have the soldiers pack their bags and head north over the Ott Mountains. But Sean wasn't prepared to do that.

So, Sean replied like this:

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I've sent my letter to Governor Byrne and Mr. Siyes of the Estates-General, and I need authorization. Please understand that this is not the age of knights, and when the king sends a private letter, the vassals must prepare their own troops and food and grass to fight for the king. ”

"Is the authority of the crown prince not worth the Estates-General of a mere province?" retorted Frank.

"Personally, I have a great respect for the Crown Prince's authority, but it's also a tradition to respect local freedoms, isn't it?" Sean asked rhetorically.

"Well, I'll go to Poitou myself, and I'll convince the Governor and Mr. Siyes. Until then, I hope that the viscount will be prepared in advance. Frank said helplessly.

"Then I look forward to the good news from the lieutenant. Sean said with a smile, as if to say that it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I can't do it.

However, it only took Frank five days to get his authorization, and he had very little time to travel back and forth.

"How did you do that?" asked Sean curiously.

"It's my secret and it's a skill. Frank smiled mysteriously, "I think it's a skill that every nobleman starts learning when he's a teenager, and if the viscount has an heir in the future, I can teach it for free." ”

Frank despised Sean's origins a little, which was nothing more than an inducement and a deal.

Frank represents both the crown prince and a member of the Frankish family, and his capital is of course extremely rich, which is comparable to the lonely Connelly family.

Shaun was far away at Fort Partnam, and he was not completely insulated from the upper class of Poitou, and not only would his vassals tell him what they knew, but there were always some Poitu people who were willing to make overtures to him.

Because Sean is not only a nobleman, nor is he just a commander of the local armed forces, he is also a local tycoon, and the prosperity of Vichy Town has begun to see, some people want a piece of the pie, and some even want to invest in Sean's future - in any case, the Connery family has turned over.

The victory at the mouth of the Nairn River made Sean's influence in Genoa increase a lot.

On 20 September 1831, Sean led the Genoese Civil Guard over the Ott Mountains to the southern part of the province of Saint-Nouvé.

The garrison is at the foot of the Ultra Mountains, and Sean is waiting for follow-up supplies, this time after all, he is fighting out of the province, unlike before he could rely on Fort Partnham.

Scouts were everywhere, and Frank also sent people to contact the crown prince.

At this time, St. Nouvi had been beaten to pieces by the war.

This is not to say how fierce the war is, but the scenes of ten rooms and nine empty rooms abound.

After more than half a year of armed rebellion, the land was barren, the homeland was destroyed, and the rebels at one point had thirty different factions armed, and they themselves fought among themselves for supplies and wealth, until the arrival of the crown prince.

In the face of a common enemy, these rebels also coalesced to form a force that was beginning to take shape.

There is very little description of the rebel leaders in the available information.

It is said that the leader named Oliver Norton grew the most rapidly, annexing several smaller armies before rising to strength, consolidating most of the rebels, thus becoming the co-ruler of all the rebels.

In the posters that can be seen everywhere in St. Noowe, Oliver Norton is depicted as a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and a menacing face with buckteeth.

The rebels' crude pamphlets, on the other hand, portrayed their leader as a well-educated and learned scholar. The rebels called him "The Professor".

It is said that whenever he captured the manors of the nobles, Professor Norton took nothing and gave them all to his subordinates and the poor. His slogan was extremely inflammatory:

No taxes, no service.

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