The northern part of Genoa is a rolling hilly area.

It is a transitional zone between the Ott Mountains and the southern plains, the terrain is dominated by sparse hills, and there is only a small amount of agriculture in the area, which is one of the few pastoral areas in the south, providing meat and large livestock for arable land in the south.

By this time, the local population had fled their homes, and they fled in such a hurry that some of the animals that had lost their owners were running around.

Most of the Civil Guard, led by Viscount Lincoln, had arrived at the last camp in Wells.

The remains of the werewolf raid are still there, littered with the dead bodies of CDF vanguard soldiers and discarded flags, vehicles and personal belongings.

It took Lincoln a day to collect and bury the remains of the dead soldiers. Previously, he had encountered a small number of routs, as well as Viscount Brandon.

Viscount Brandon was mortally wounded and in a coma, and Lincoln had to send someone to send him back to Poitou. I heard that Viscount Brandon was very brave when he fought.

By this time, Lincoln had received an order to halt his advance and wait for Sean to come and take over the military power.

The morale was extremely low, and the frightened expressions on the faces of the soldiers could not deceive people, and their group of rookies had already been frightened. This really doesn't bode well.

After a long night, the soldiers recovered a little the next day. The troops, with the instructor as the company commander, turned the camp into a hedgehog, and two companies of cannons, which gave the soldiers some courage.

But the soldiers sent out to reconnoiter came back to report that they had spotted an unknown force coming towards it, and it was not a werewolf.

An hour later, the force came outside the camp, five hundred men, but they looked like they were rebels from St. Nouvé.

This force, which is less than half the number of the Civil Defence Force, completely overwhelms the latter in momentum.

Viscount Lincoln advocated taking the initiative because he feared that he would be cut off from the water supply. But the officers believed that although the water source was in danger of being cut off, they had stockpiled water for seven days, but the other party had come from afar and could not spend it here.

This is a fairly conservative and quite sound judgment.

This judgment was accepted by Viscount Lincoln, who relied heavily on the command of Villar Perosa.

It was tempting to take the initiative, and in the binoculars, the rebels were very loosely formed, which probably had something to do with the fact that they were originally militias from all over the country.

But what Perosa is not worried about is his subordinates, at least the enemy on the opposite side has been on the battlefield, and his own subordinates are all rookies, so it is also safe to let them defend.

Tell his subordinates to keep a tight guard, and Perosa goes to the command headquarters to meet Lincoln.

Viscount Lincoln was wiping down his rifle, which was also a bass 1830 style, except that he had added personal ornamentation to his buttstock, a rather fancy rose motif in silver, and the initials of his name.

The aristocracy always liked to do these things, and it was regarded as a personal pleasure.

As a nobleman, Lincoln was also a good hunter, but this was the first time he used it to go to war. Perosa could understand the viscount's nervousness at this time, and clearing his weapons was also an excellent activity to relieve tension.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous. Lincoln laughed to himself.

"I can understand that, Lord Viscount. In fact, before I went to war for the first time, I urinated a lot because I drank all the water in my kettle in one go. Perosa laughed.

"Listen, Villar, if a battle breaks out, everything depends on your command, including me!" Lincoln said earnestly.

"Yes, Viscount. "Perosa is upright.

"Did you come to me for something?" asked Lincoln.

Perosa hesitated for a moment and said, "Viscount, there seems to be some instability in the army. ”

"What's wrong?" asked Lincoln.

"Some soldiers privately said that the rebels on the other side were brothers of the True God Cult, and that if they sent someone to negotiate with the other side, they would reach an agreement to strike the army. Perosa said, "The soldiers who talk like this are all True God Cultists. ”

Lincoln's face changed: "The Governor has long told me that these soldiers who believe in the True God Cult are not reliable, but Viscount Connelly thinks that they are a group of simple and trustworthy soldiers. ”

"At this juncture, if decisive measures are taken, I am afraid that it will cause a mutiny. "In fact, only a handful of soldiers are talking. ”

"Well, I'll talk about that after the war, I'm sure they'll fight alongside me. Lincoln said this as if to cheer himself up.

"Also, it looks like the rebels are waiting for dark?" Lincoln asked again.

"It's about the same that dark night is not a good time to fight, because it can easily cause confusion, especially for soldiers who are new to battle. "But we are ready for night operations." ”

"Then fight, live or die!"

Lincoln nodded, the rifle in his hand had been wiped down, and by the way, he had replaced it with a new flint of good quality.

Night fell quickly.

Bonfires were arranged in Perosa on various enemy routes outside the positions where the Civil Defense forces were stationed, as well as soldiers on the lookout.

He relied on artillery the most, and in terms of numbers and firepower, the Civil Defense Force had the advantage. Those twelve cannons will be intimidating for any opponent, even if they are always inaccurate in training.

However, Perosa was still walking on thin ice, and he could expect that as soon as the battle began, all kinds of accidents would continue to appear, and in the era of lined up firing lines, the darkness would make them even worse. If he was commanding a group of veterans, he would have taken the initiative a long time ago.

In order to boost morale, before the sun set, Perosa had the artillerymen test fire two rounds in order to adjust the angle in advance and block the route of the enemy's attack.

Amid the roar of bronze cannons, the soldiers cheered, even though the enemy troops were still far away.

Looks like it's working well.

As the campfire beats, the soldiers clutch their rifles, their faces so nervous that their calves tremble.

After one soldier went off, everyone opened fire as if the enemy were in front of them. The officer shouted loudly.

In the distance, the unbridled laughter of the rebels could be heard.

The hardest thing was waiting, and by 12 o'clock in the evening, the highly nervous soldiers were so mentally exhausted that they could not take turns resting as the officers had requested.

It was at this time that the rebels attacked. They tried to besiege from all sides, trying to find weaknesses in the Civil Defence Defence's defense.

Amid the sound of gunfire and the light of the barrels, the smoke of gunpowder filled the battlefield, and the thick smoke that inevitably brought with the burning of black powder made the night even deeper.

The bonfires that had been burned in advance for lighting were blurred from view at this point.

The soldiers kept repeating the complicated shooting procedures, some of the lead bullets they took out were nervous that they couldn't fit into the barrel, some didn't put the bass bullets where they should be, some were less loaded with ignition powder, and some were even nervous that they only knew how to pull the trigger, and didn't realize that there was nothing in their guns.

There are also soldiers who are scurrying around, either overly excited, or with blank brains.

At this time, it was shown that the training ground was by no means the same thing as the actual battlefield, and the actual combat could only be worse.

The officers shouted loudly, and the scene was chaotic.

The rebels finally began to attack, their main point of attack was on the east side of the defensive position, and the real test came when the real lead bullet hit the body.

In the smoke of gunfire, the soldiers of the Civil Defence Force could not see the scene on the other side, let alone the night.

In fact, even an experienced officer like Wells could not accurately judge, and it was not until the sound of the gunfire and the fire from the barrel that the other side knew that the other side was in range.

"Shoot!" the Civil Defense finally came with a decent salvo. They lined up in three horizontal columns, the first row retreated after shooting, the second row shot three steps forward, and then the third row.

There was no time to check whether the opponent had been hit, and they could not see clearly, and the soldiers, under the orders of the officers, were busy reloading their ammunition.

At this time, there was another fierce burst of gunfire from the western position, and the rebels began to attack again from the west.

This time, the CDF lost more than two dozen people. The rebels were not very well armed, but they were close enough.

The casualties exacerbated the fear of the CDF soldiers, and some instinctively retreated, disrupting their formation, forcing others to follow behind, while others thought it was an order from an officer.

The rebels saw the loophole here and followed up frantically, which greatly shocked the CDF soldiers.

Perosa commanded in the center, and he personally commanded a group of soldiers who acted as a reserve to fill the gap, barely holding back.

He spotted his opponent with a hedgehog in front of him, and it was a great opportunity.

"Order the artillery to fire!" Perosa said loudly to his herald.

The artillery finally fired, but the first shot was hitting the CDF's own lines, and the shotgun flew into the crowd with a fuse, and then exploded, sending countless small iron balls in all directions through the crowd.

With a loud explosion, limbs flew in the air. Everyone was stunned.

Immediately afterward, more shells were fired into the crowd, and the solid bullets ploughed out empty spaces, and the Civil Defense Army was instantly stunned.

"Sir, Viscount Lincoln said that the artillery company has mutinied, please retreat immediately!"

"What?" Perosa's eyes widened, barely in disbelief.

Perosa had no choice but to lead the remnants of the western position to move to the east, while the soldiers of the northern and southern lines also moved to the east, and then retreated one after another, completely grazing the sheep.

They only watched for half an hour, as if it had been a century.

At dawn the next day, Perosa gathered his army and found that only two hundred had been killed and three hundred wounded of varying severity, few of them severely.

However, all 12 cannons of 2 artillery batteries were lost, including all ammunition. It is said that some soldiers rebelled and killed the officers who supervised the artillery.

He had never experienced such a wretched battle.

And importantly, Viscount Lincoln was missing, and Perrosa only found his lost rifle.

This venerable nobleman, who did not command indiscriminately, Perosa saw the viscount fighting side by side with ordinary soldiers.

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