Sean hurried and finally caught up with the Civil Defense.

That's when he heard news of another attack on the CDF. The only good news was that neither the werewolves nor the rebels had any intention of capturing Genoa's villages and towns, and they all quickly retreated after the raid was successful.

It's weird.

It's as if the opponents are showing off their strength.

Fort Partnam, a military fortress that had been abandoned for a long time in peacetime, was once again given a military significance.

It guards the Kongcheng that crosses the Ott Mountains and is of great military importance, though it does not serve much purpose for the werewolves.

The castle is in disrepair, with only a handful of inhabitants and a team of vigilante guards who act as spectators as the rebels swagger through.

"The rebels seem to have set their sights on the artillery, and oddly enough, both artillery batteries rebelled, and they killed two of our instructors, John and Cole. Perosa said.

"It's a tragedy. The officers and men who sacrificed their lives, including them, should receive generous pensions. Sean said, "Remember everyone's name, and one day, I will make their killers pay with blood." ”

"Yes, Commander. Perosa said.

"Both battles were lost ugly, and I don't blame you officers. But from this day forward, I am the Commander, and it is my duty to preserve you all, and to lead you to victory. Sean said.

"But morale is very bad now......"

"But they've had a shameful failure, haven't they? Failure is the mother of success. Sean shook his head, "They at least already know that not training carefully and not following orders, as well as timidity and hesitation, will only make them learn the lesson of blood again, and they may not be so lucky next time." In this sense, it is a rare spiritual wealth. ”

Sean's words made Perosa feel very refreshing.

"As for the artillery mutiny, it's really strange. I checked the list, and there weren't many of them who believed in the True God, and some of them I knew, all of them were very simple and honest guys. Sean said again.

What Sean didn't mention was that the vanguard led by Viscount Brandon and Wells was like a transport brigade that specialized in delivering rifles and gunpowder to werewolves. Under normal circumstances, the vanguard should not carry too many supplies, and it is better to be light and simple.

Sean could predict how the werewolves and the rebels would be shocked by the weapons, especially the 12 cannons, to His Royal Highness. It can also be expected that Byrne will at least be reprimanded most severely if he loses his position.

Having arranged for the armament, as well as the necessary reconnaissance and vigilance, Sean came to the hospital in the fortress.

From the very beginning of the Civil Defense Force, Sean placed great emphasis on the construction of a team of military doctors, because he had seen too many soldiers die because they were injured and not cared for well.

Surgery in this era was already quite developed, and when the Kang's sterilization method completely buried the "theory of bacterial spontaneity", doctors have realized the importance of disinfection and sterilization in surgical procedures.

In the makeshift hospital, three full-time military doctors and 10 soldiers act as nurses, who work together to care for the wounded.

Thirty of the CDF seriously wounded were in urgent need of surgery, and they all had lead bullets in their wounds, and if they did not remove them, they would be greatly affected by lead poisoning even if they survived.

The three military doctors were actually novices, having only undergone simple training and had practiced with livestock. Although the content of the training was all the latest medical achievements, this time it was not an easy task to operate on the soldiers, open the abdomen, find the lead bullet deep in the wound, and stitch it up.

If the surgical equipment is not sterilized, especially the hands of the military doctor, the chance of wound inflammation is extremely high.

In the past, countless soldiers have died from wound inflammation and complications. In the era when penicillin was not available, it was best to realize the importance of disinfection before, during and after surgery, and it was excellent treatment if combined with the latest anesthetic methods.

Sean can only give encouragement to the rookie medics, but he can't help. The only thing he could help was to take the lead in donating 600 milliliters of blood in two installments, and called on the officers to do the same.

Sean's actions moved the soldiers extremely much. The practice of blood transfusion between people was considered a very risky act by the soldiers, who believed that it would take the life of the blood donor, and even considered it a form of witchcraft.

When Sean and the officers' blood entered the wounded's veins, and they didn't change badly because of this, the soldiers were relieved.

But it was also because of this miraculous thing that the soldiers worshipped Sean even more, which Sean did not expect.

But in the end, three more seriously injured people did not survive, and Sean had to accept the fact. Perosa, for her part, believed that it was a miracle that twenty-seven more seriously wounded people had been saved.

The scouts sent out came back one after another to find out that there were no traces of any enemies in the surrounding area, which made Sean breathe a sigh of relief.

In the following days, he seized the time to train the army, and this time it was not like the last time when he was completely in charge, but really participated.

In the past two defeats, he can completely say that he has nothing to do with it, but he is really in charge of this army, and he doesn't want to let the will he just made take effect naturally.

The soldiers practiced during the day, and after dinner, Sean organized 15 officers and 30 non-commissioned officers into five teams and spent two hours discussing tactics.

In this regard, Sean is also a white man, he used to be only a non-commissioned officer, and his meager military experience will not make him arrogant to say that he can guide his subordinates.

Villar Perosa, the most experienced of all military personnel, was only a second lieutenant in the Imperial Army.

So every two days, Sean would come up with a question for the officers to discuss, and he would join one of the groups, and the next day all the officers would gather together to study the results of the previous day's group discussion.

These tactical discussions are very close to the daily life of soldiers and commanders, such as maneuvers and formation changes, including the march and detour of columns, the advance of the battle line and the expansion of the front line, how to cross the line to change defenses, how to exchange fronts, how to cross narrow roads and bridges, the march and attack of echelons, and the retreat and alternate retreat of square formations.

Of course, it also includes the daily duties of staff officers and adjutants, the selection of camps, the duties of the camps, the deployment of materials, and even the arrangement of small sentry posts.

Because Sean saw that the staff officers, including some officers and non-commissioned officers, were either busy with their feet on the ground and very anxious, or they were idle and didn't know what to do.

This kind of discussion made everyone grow rapidly, although this was also a bit of a suspicion behind closed doors, but it finally made the Genoa Civil Defense regularized and became down-to-earth.

Sean put all his energy into army building, and it only took half a month, and with an army of 1,200 people, he could accurately name at least 1,000 people, which was amazing.

Of course, this is because Sean sees himself as one of the real members of the group, and when he gets along with each other, he often goes down to the company to eat with the soldiers, so as to check whether the soldiers' food has been deducted.

Sometimes, he would even see himself as an ordinary soldier, training with the soldiers all day in the scorching sun.

The Iron Army wasn't made in a day, but Sean's authority grew day by day, because the officers couldn't hide any shortcomings, and Sean knew the situation of the army so well that Perosa and the other officers were a little cautious every time they came to report on military affairs.

"Villar, take it easy. Sean laughed, "If you walk out of me with a straight face, the soldiers will see you and think that you have been criticized, which will damage your prestige." ”

Perosa was actually not very good at smiling by nature, and often kept his face strained, as if everyone owed him a large amount of money that he hadn't repaid. After Sean took over the Civil Defence Force, he appointed him Chief of Staff to assist him in managing and commanding the Civil Defence Force.

"Commander, the Governor's Palace has sent another official letter asking whether order has really been restored in the north, and the Governor means that the fleeing people should return home. Perosa said.

"In fact, as you can see, part of the population has returned. "But if we can't really defeat the werewolves or rebels once, they'll run away again." ”

"But we didn't have enough offensive ability because going deep into Mount Ott was definitely a risky move. Perosa said.

"It appears that the Governor of Byrne is under great pressure, and the newspaper of Poitou says that the Crown Prince's army was shelled by rebels in the southeast of Saint-Noowe and suffered great losses. Sean nodded, "Of course Governor Byrne needs a victory, and frankly, the Civil Defense also needs a victory to gain confidence, but I'm not going to let the soldiers die." ”

"And how do you reply to the Governor now?" asked Perosa.

"The supplies I need must be sufficient, and the bereavement of the fallen soldiers must be paid in a timely manner, and no discount must be allowed. Besides, I need time. "Of course, if the big guys in Poitou think there's a better commander to replace me, I can get Xian." In two battles, we have lost two viscounts, one wounded and one missing. Poitou's newspapers were full of praise for the heroic deeds of the two viscounts, and they were to give them the honours, but I didn't want to be the third protagonist, especially if I didn't win. ”

"Viscount Lincoln has not been heard from at this time, and no ransom demands have been received from the rebels......"

At this time, Herald Daniel Davis knocked on the door and entered, followed by a strange and familiar person.

Herbert Wells!

He was ragged and thin, with a beard that grew like weeds, and Sean didn't recognize it at first sight.

First arrange for Wells to wash up, let the cook make a bowl of noodles, and watching him gobble up, Sean felt a little hungry.

"You mean, you met Percy Robinson in the werewolf prison?" Sean was surprised, "every street and every village in the whole of Genoa is plastered with his wanted notices. ”

He said he had been wronged. Commander, I don't think he's lying. Wells said.

"Every murderer will say that he is innocent until strong evidence is found. Sean said, "You were separated when you were on the run?"

"Yes, Commander. Wells said with trepidation, "The semi-underground river, with its strong current, with many sharp stones and many forks. You don't know, I'm naturally afraid of water, and God forbid me to come back alive. As for, Mr. Percy Robinson, I don't really know if he's alive or dead. ”

"I wish he was alive and alive to have a chance to prove himself. Sean said.

"Commander, do you also think that Mr. Robinson was wronged?" Wells asked tentatively.

"It seems that you are fellow inmates, and you and Posey have become friends in the same adversity. Sean said, "Frankly speaking, the current evidence is very unfavorable to him, but the involvement of the True God Party also shows his innocence from the side." I'm worried now that he's going to be able to handle the onset of his addiction. ”

By accident, unlike Wells, Percy Robinson was brought to the northern rim of the Ott Mountains by the complex underground rivers of Mount Ott.

When he leaned on the wild fruit, before he got out of the mountains, thinking that he had escaped, he became addicted to drugs.

At this time, an old wolf was crouching on the opposite hillside and staring at him. The old wolf also looked hungry for a long time.

His body was tired, his eyes were watering, his mouth was yawning, and Posey was longing for the white powder.

But he couldn't just die, Posey silently cheered himself up in his heart a thousand times.

has a strong desire to survive, so that he can stab himself in the leg so that he can sober up. This is the dagger he stole from a hunter's hut yesterday.

The pain caused Percy to scream as the dagger sliced through the skin of his thigh, as if he was sober. When that desire strikes again, Percy gives himself another stab.

Soon, his legs were dripping with blood, but the blood loss hastened his weakness, and he was already confused.

As if in a dream, he vaguely saw his cousin's kind smile, his sister-in-law's concerned eyes, and his nephew's lovely face, and even he seemed to hear Sean's free and easy words.

Family glory, personal struggle. To hell with it!

It's so tiring, it's better to lie down and return dust to dust and dust to dust.

Percy sat down against a pine tree.

The wild wolf, which had been watching for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slowly approached, and it tentatively approached, softening left and right, sniffing and sniffing, and finally opened its mouth and bit the throat of its prey.

Percy suddenly raised his right hand and plunged the dagger into the wolf's throat, then used his last strength to crush the wolf to the ground.

The wolf's last struggle made Percy exert his strength, but he could not give up, and a voice in his heart cried out:

It's either life or death.

When the wolf finally stopped struggling, he fell asleep directly on the wolf's body.

Percy is proud and will never allow any grievances to be imposed on him.

Those evil murderers are still at large, careerists are still plotting, how can they die so easily?

It's either life or death.

But even if he dies forever, he will never let those bed bugs live one more day!