Twenty-three miles east of Brammon, less than half a day's further east is the border town of Wallonburg, which is under attack by Swabian troops.

The topography of Wallon Fort on the border has begun to be somewhat complex, and although the land is wide and fertile, it is not the same as the fertile plains to the west, but there are occasional remnants of mountain peaks and low hills that stretch from the south.

Two infantry regiments of the Jonah Frontier Regiment had arrived at a small market town west of Walloonburg, which had been razed to the ground by the Schwabians a few years earlier, and had managed to gain some popularity after years of recuperation, only to be ravaged by the war again.

The market town is actually not large, the slightly larger villages in the plains are larger than this, but it is also an important border trade town, people took the grain and robbed the cattle and were killed, but a large number of stone houses still escaped the looting and mutilation of the Swabians, so there are many houses in the market town, and there is also a circle of stone walls that are one person high to wrap the market town.

The 2nd Infantry Regiment of the Jonah Border Garrison Regiment was stationed in the market town, and on the periphery of the market town was the 7th Banner Brigade of the 1st Infantry Corps, with elite soldiers defending the perimeter, and this group of recruits who had just joined the army was much more relieved.

The sturdiest house in the market town is the barracks of the medical team, which is already in a busy state at this time.

True, the army has already begun to show casualties.

The march of thousands of men could not be completely shielded, and despite the best efforts of the cavalry to patrol the front of the army, the sudden appearance of a hundred or so Swabian enemy soldiers still attacked the right flank of the marching procession.

Although the enemy troops only made contact with the march and immediately withdrew, the newly formed 2nd Infantry Regiment, which was on the right flank of the corps, still paid the price of 16 dead and seriously wounded and more than 20 minor wounded.

Hans, a recruit of the 1st Banner of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, was holding a bowl of thick wheat porridge mixed with minced meat sprinkled with fine salt in his left hand in his left hand and a piece of freshly baked rye bread in his right hand, and it could be guessed from his hands and lips that were still trembling slightly that he had no appetite for food at the moment, because the screams of the wounded soldiers under the military medic Mr. Thomas in the next room were so terrifying that Hans, who was shrouded in blood and death, could not swallow anything.

Today he slipped through the gates of hell.

Yesterday at noon, the 2nd Infantry Regiment of Hans, to which the prisoner recruit belonged, received orders to march eastward with the 1st Infantry Corps and several troops directly under the Chinese Army, and the journey was smooth, and there were no incidents when they camped at that wasteland junction last night.

Early this morning, the army closed its camp and continued to march eastward, with the experience of yesterday's smooth march, many recruits also let go of their courage a little, plus there were dozens of cavalry sentry in front, and the two wings also sent the first regiment of elite warrior flag teams to reconnoiter and guard, wherever there are dense forests, hills, and bushes and grasses, the experienced soldiers of the first regiment on both flanks will search carefully

The 2nd Infantry Regiment in the middle should be safe, at least Hans, who was walking on the wide eastbound carriageway with a bent spear.

However, the cunning of the Swabians exceeded expectations, and the Swabian enemy army attacking Wallonburg had already heard that there was a Burgundian reinforcement of nearly 1,000 people rushing towards Wallonia, so they sent an elite team of 100 people to be responsible for blocking the Burgundian reinforcements, and their biggest goal was to delay the pace of reinforcements and buy time for the army attacking Wallonia.

The army was unusually alert to the Burgundian reinforcements, guarded by sentries in the front and rear and on both flanks, and could not get close to them for a direct impact.

The cunning Schwabians dug hundreds of holes in the fallow fields beside the road where reinforcements had to pass, and the entrances were blocked by their oak shields, which were covered with old earth, and weeds protruded from the weeds, and there were more cleverly designed pits in the more hidden boulders and tree roots beside the road, in which the ambushers could lift the camouflage canopy to observe the march on the road.

Hundreds of Swabian soldiers squatted in the pits for a day and a night with water bladders, rations, and long swords.

The cavalry of the Frontier Garrison Corps had carefully searched the farmland as they passed by, but they could not have imagined that there would be hundreds of enemies armed to the teeth crouching under the turf trodden by the hooves of the horses and horses under them.

Similarly, flank sentinels farther away would not notice the presence of anomalies in the low fallow field.

However, when Hans's Second Infantry Regiment passed by, less than twenty paces from the side of the road, a foreigner in full armor, holding a sword in his right hand and a horn in his left hand, suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Before the aliens blew their horns, the vast majority of the marching party didn't even notice that there was an extra phantom beside them.

When Hans, who was marching with his spear in his head, was attracted by a low horn and turned his head to look to the right, hundreds of figures suddenly appeared in the flat ground.

The momentary doubt turned to fear in an instant, for the hundreds of shadows that emerged from the ground had turned into hundreds of Grim Reapers, wielding bloodthirsty swords and axes.

The prisoners are not good people, and they are not bloodthirsty wicked people, but in the face of the demons who have rushed out of hell, these wicked people have become wild dogs in the eyes of the wolves.

Hans was right, and as the Phantom roared at him with his heavy axe, he nimbly ducked behind his companion and pushed him towards the enemy, but the poor companion who had not yet had time to unsheath the short sword with a gap at his waist was almost split in two by the heavy axe.

Suddenly frightened, Hans instinctively avoided danger like other prisoners who were new soldiers, and if it weren't for the veteran officers selected from the Wells regiment in the flag squadron to resist in time, these four or five hundred recruits might have been overwhelmed by more than a hundred phantoms, but the second infantry regiment was still spared from being defeated, and those phantoms did not fall in love after the attack, and the flag teams on both wings rushed back to the rear of the army, where they had already fled towards the rear of the army.

After the enemy attack, the flag captain Tuba who temporarily commanded the march stopped his advance and brought his army to this market town to garrison, waiting for the arrival of the three commanders of the Chinese army.

Hans was still wounded, and as he scurried, he threw himself under the blade of a phantom, and the other man raised his hand and slashed through his worn leather armor, which fortunately resisted some of the force, and he only broke a layer of skin, and he bled a lot, but it was not enough to die after the bleeding stopped.

Hans's dull gaze shifted from the second-floor pane to the badly wounded soldier lying on the straw under the pane, a half-arm-long wound from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, and Bai Sensen's sternum was exposed.

The gray-and-white covered with bloodstains of the medic determined that the seriously wounded prisoner soldier could not be saved, so he simply did not rescue him, but waited for him to breathe and carried him to the priest of the army to pray briefly with the others who died in battle today, and then handed it over to the baggage transport troops from Brammon City to dispose of, but it is conceivable that Brammon's soldiers were not kind enough to send his body back to his hometown and hand it over to his family, digging a shallow pit and covering it with thin soil is the last courtesy, as for the tombstone or something, it depends on whether the person who digs the grave has the leisure to do so.

Due to the sudden attack, both corps were suspended

For the rest of his life, he had palpitations.

Hans desperately controlled his trembling hands, took the bowl of wheat porridge and moved it to the seriously wounded patient, and put the wooden bowl to the mouth of the seriously wounded soldier who was about to breathe and fed it a small bite, but the seriously injured soldier could no longer chew and swallow, and the porridge flowed out of his mouth.

"You've offended God with your mouth, and you're dying," Hans desperately squeezed out a smile, hoping that the guy on the floor would stand up and respond with his poisonous tongue, but the man on the ground had already choked his last breath, perhaps choked by the thick wheat porridge.

"Man, you died for me." Hans didn't know how he was feeling at the moment, but he felt a stone in his chest that he couldn't move.

The medic walked under the pane, reached out to probe the floor, the man's snort, touched his heart, shook his head, called for two handymen to carry the body away.

"You're dead, and I still want to live." Hans shoved half of the rye bread into his mouth, chewed it violently, and poured it into the porridge, swallowing the coarse bread raw.

As soon as he swallowed a mouthful of bread, there was a thud in the hallway, and a group of well-dressed and well-armed guards walked up surrounded by a man wearing plate chain mail, a cloak, and a knight's sword at his waist.

"This is not a battle formation, you don't need to follow it often, Dunnis can accompany me to visit the wounded soldiers, and the rest of us will go down and hurry up and rest." The man said as he took a few steps into the room.

The room was still wailing and screaming, and the wounded soldiers who had been stabbed in the stomach and had their hands and feet cut off were crying out from the pain.

Seeing the man come in, the busy medics got up and saluted, and the man returned the salute and went into the room where Dr. Thomas was "executed", and after a while the man came out and began to check the wounded soldiers in the room one by one.

Every time he came to a wounded soldier, the man would whisper two words of encouragement, nothing more than words of comfort such as God will bless you and we will save you. Desktop:

Walking up to Hans, the man glanced down at the empty wooden bowl in Hans's hand and the crumbs of bread on the bandage on his chest, and patted Hans on the shoulder, "Eating at this time proves that your guts are not broken, good fellow!" I'm going to let you go home after this bad fight. ”

The man turned to the kind-looking man next to him and ordered, "Dunnis, get this fellow another bowl of food." ”

Dennis was a little surprised, he had seen this man, but on that murderous afternoon, he had only hidden in the crowd and looked at him from afar, his first impression of the baron was that of coldness and decisiveness, because he was afraid from the beginning.

But the Baron seemed so approachable at this time, which made Hans a little at a loss, and he knelt down, the wound in his chest aching.

The man immediately picked Hans up, patted him on the shoulder, and walked over to the next wounded soldier

In the middle of the night, Hans, wrapped in linen bandages, slipped out of the barracks while the medics were not looking, and Hans, a local robber, was no stranger to the market town, and under the cover of night, he felt towards the outer wall of the market town, and when he reached the low outer wall, he curled up and burrowed into a dog hole hidden at the base of the wall.

Resisting the pain, he had barely burrowed halfway into his body when a cowhide boot stepped on Hans's head, stomping his head into the dirt.

Hans's frightened roar was covered in the dirt, and he could only struggle in a muffled voice, and after a few moments, the boot on his head was raised, and Hans glanced sideways at the raised sword and the blurred face in the darkness in horror.

"You've died twice, and this should be the third time you've died." The blurred face let out a low cold whisper.

Hans heard the voice, it was none other than his squadron leader, Captain Regg.

"People like you want to live, but if you crawl out of this dog hole, you will die today!"

Hans froze, he didn't dare to make the slightest movement, his body couldn't stop sifting the chaff.

"You bastard killed a brave warrior to survive, and I was also a robber, but I haven't been so shameless as to trade my brother's life for my own livelihood, at least not on the battlefield."

"What people!" While the two were talking, three white-helmeted soldiers with unsheathed broadswords came to the wall with torches and blocked Rig and Hans.

"It's me! Ropes! Rigge laid down his arms and said there was no threat.

The soldier of the military law team raised his sword and brought the torch close to the base of the wall, and sure enough, it was the leader of the first flag team of the second regiment, Rig.

"Brother Rig, what are you doing here?" The white-feathered soldier asked coldly.

"I'm teaching my soldiers how to defend against submarines." Rig replied with a smile on his face.

The Judge Advocate Corps glanced at the guy who was still stuck in the dog's hole with half of his body still stuck, "Brother Rig, this"

"Don't worry, I'm just training to prevent diving."

"Then you have to guard against it, don't let your own people sneak out." The captain of the patrol said coldly and continued the patrol with two of his men, and tonight they had to catch the real deserters.

After smiling and watching the military law team leave, Rig's face instantly turned cold, "Bastard, remember that you already owe three lives, if you can't kill three more enemies in this war, I will let you return the remaining one!" Go back! ”

Rig kicked Hans back to the other side of the doghole

"How many deserters have you caught tonight?" Otto asked the captain of the military law who came to the Chinese army command camp to report the military situation.

The captain of the Judge Advocate touched the broadsword at his waist, "Seventeen deserters were captured, and two armed resistance were killed on the spot, both prisoners of the Second Infantry Regiment. "New Bayi

"The military law corps continues to patrol, so that the first regiment on the periphery also pays attention to the soldiers who run out of the market town, and those who leave the barracks without orders are immediately arrested, and those who dare to resist are killed on the spot." Otto said harshly.

"Yes! Lord Otto. The Judge Advocate General turned and left.

Otto turned and bowed his head to Art, who was standing in front of the terrain map, and said, "My lord, it was my mistake in leading the troops, and it was the attack that caused the army to be attacked, which made the recruits break their courage."

Art stared at the topography map and didn't say a word.

After a long time, Art turned around and ordered, "I've asked the task force to find the bastards hiding on our side, tomorrow you take your infantry regiment to exterminate them, and get back the courage you lost!" ”tent

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Chapter 337: Seeking Courage