As Lorraine and his legions bid farewell to Archduke Luther and set out for the Corsaland Peninsula to join the crown prince of Transvania, his future allies and enemies are battling each other on a quagmire of battleground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It stands to reason that the Kolsalan Peninsula is a good time for late spring, the warmth of the sun shelters the people of this land all year round, of course, there are also many storms and rains in spring, and the heavy snow in the Rocky Mountains is beginning to melt, and the great rivers have gone from winter languishing to now raging, and the whole peninsula has become a big quagmire in a single month.

Although the Near East Army Group as the occupiers had the advantage of a base, the guerrillas who could not defend themselves were attacking them at any time, even Transvania, less than fifteen kilometers out of the city was a defensive position, and the black uniform of the San Orlando army that should have been neat and clean had long been a strip of rags, and the defenders came out of their shacks with a tired face, and in a few minutes there was an enemy artillery attack.

Barely waiting long, the guerrillas did not know where to find the artillery began to attack, these poor Near Eastern Army soldiers hid under cover, and soon the shelling stopped, the other side did not have much ammunition in the first place, such attacks appeared many times a day, even on the opposite side was the main force of the guerrillas, led by their big leader, the cunning wolf most hated by the Near Eastern Army, Suke.

That's right, the large army actually didn't have much ammunition to prepare artillery, and here it has to be said that the inexplicable pride of the hapless inhabitants of the peninsula made them not admit that they were part of the empire, and even with the covert support of the Norman and the Nineteen States of Therland, they did not achieve self-sufficiency in arms, and could only launch useless attacks again and again in vain, consuming the lives of young people in vain.

About ten minutes passed, a general of San Orlando wearing an ordinary officer's uniform and a very luxurious weapon walked out of the bunker, and looked at the opposite position with a telescope tiredly, the tattered costume was stained with mud and water, which made the general very uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to do magic, even if the magic props were distributed, at this time they were either invalid or broken, even if they could use it, he didn't dare, because the fire was likely to be shot in the head by the sniper on the opposite side or something.

Of course, compared to the big-headed soldiers, the officers' clothes were torn but there was still enough food and supplies, and the heavy rain turned the position into a quagmire, and the big-headed soldiers' toes never dried, so that for the first time in the musket battlefield of the wizarding world, there were trench feet, and the food supplies sent were less and less each time, and the quality also changed from hard black bread to biscuits made of mixed noodles, and damn sprouted beans, all of which made the general hate, By the way, I thought of the current situation and the request of the crown prince before leaving.

The reason why these unfortunate armies were fortified less than fifteen kilometers from Trania was that the damned Normans had sent their troops to climb the Rocky Mountains and officially enter the Korsaland Peninsula, on the grounds that some stupid nobleman by the sea had been raided by a trivial pirate - in fact, it was a pirate in disguise from the Norman and Serland fleets who engaged in privateering, and the fool surrendered to the Norman Emperor and pleaded for help.

Crown Prince Baron had to send troops and personally lead these elites to that side to prepare for a confrontation with the Normans, if the other side really landed on the Korsaland Peninsula, according to the current chaotic war situation, it would undoubtedly be worse for the Near East Army.

What's more, those lowly Thrans, the disgusting methods of saying one thing and doing the other have secretly eaten away at most of the towns, and the garrison may be fine for the time being, but the small troops who can't stay away from the towns without assistance have undoubtedly become hostages, which really makes St. Orlando tired.

When the two sides involved most of the energy of the Near East Army, the defeated wolf Suk took the opportunity to fight with his beggar army, the so-called Korsalan rebel army, and for a while it actually hit the vicinity of Transvania, at this time all the cavalry and air knights were taken away, and the general had to launch a surprise attack with his troops and mages to successfully expel the enemy to his current position, and there was no spare strength, so he had to fight a positional battle.

Soon the weather became damp, and with the severe shortage of priests, the health problems of the army immediately appeared, and to make matters worse, the traffic situation became extremely bad, leaving the defenders who wanted to rely on Transvania for logistical supplies.

In fact, this is also what the crown prince did not expect, the original purpose of not repairing this aspect of the traffic was originally to prevent the rapid maneuver of the enemy, and the only way to Translonia is close to the East Bridge, which can only be said to be a winding country road, but he did not expect to fight the enemy here, which made the transportation of artillery, ammunition and food in big trouble.

By now, the rebel army led by Suk had been facing off against the defenders of the Near East Army for more than a month, and the low wooden fences and trenches everywhere made the attack extremely difficult, and the woods and small hills that had existed nearby had fallen to the Near East Army in the struggle for many days.

The problem was that when the attack was established, a large number of sharpshooters attacked and caused heavy losses to the troops, so they had to mobilize all the mages to use the plastic energy spell with a large amount of oil to burn it to the ground, and the consequence was that the mages had to retreat and repair, and the entire army did not have much fuel to use.

That small hill is even more troublesome, in order to prevent that little height from being used by the other side, the Near Eastern Army invested at least three brigades and the rebel army to fight to the death, corpses and gunpowder smoke filled the entire hilly battlefield, even if it was barely obtained in the end, it was also retaliated by the enemy to throw in all the artillery bombardment, so that the meritorious troops were wiped out, and finally finally ambushed a large number of powder barrels on it, and successfully took out the heavy artillery troops that the opponent had worked so hard to carry up, which made no one pay attention to it there so far.

Since it can't be reached here, the enemy should change directions, but unfortunately it has just been said, as long as they dare to go on the bridge, they will definitely not be able to eat the defenders without paying the price of tens of thousands of people, and if they approach the Normans, they must be careful that the crown prince's thunderous blow will directly destroy them, and other directions are places where it is difficult to pass large forces, so their only way out is to break through the defenders here, and pounce directly from the mud to the Transvania behind.

At the beginning of the battle, which was also the most abundant in supplies, the defenders broke through the positions of the rebel army at one point, and even the general was killed in front of the wolf, and several victories made him take it for granted that this time, in the face of the absolute strength of the Near Eastern Army, the enemy was lost.

On the rebel side, it was only through a group of soldiers who were not afraid of death to sacrifice their lives to rush into the army with cluster bombs and poison gas bombs to resist the attack of the defenders, and to confront the Near East Army with more than half of their troops, followed by the battle of establishment and the battle for the hills.

Immediately afterwards, the spring of Kolsalan arrived, and the heavy rain turned the artillery of the defenders into waste, but the small artillery of the rebel army was produced by some local methods and was barely usable, in addition to the ammunition was not enough to launch a campaign-level attack, it could also harass the Near Eastern Army every day, and the muddy water prevented the fearless charge of the other side from starting a white-knuckle battle, and the muskets often broke down, and there were unlucky logistical problems, it was really a misery with no end.

Just as the general was in a daze there, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Report, General Durant, the latest batch of supplies and intelligence has arrived at the position!" The tired staff officer panted and said, the strap of his left eye was stained with muddy water, and it really looked miserable.

"In addition, there is also a cup of punishment battalion troops as reinforcements who have also been brought over by the supply team, how will it be distributed?"

"Punishment camp? Even if you give them weapons, you dare to shoot? Durant touched his head suspiciously, and quickly thought of something, "It's better to have reinforcements than nothing, move them to the first line, and replace my good lads for repair." ”

Soon, a group of soldiers who had stripped all the insignia of officers and soldiers were driven out by the military judges and gendarmes, formed dozens of crooked squads behind the muddy positions, and were sent to the first line of positions, one of every two had muskets but no ammunition, and the other was the opposite, the same had bayonets and two rations, that is, two dry biscuits of mixed dough, and a jug of water, and as for their combat strength and desperate expressions, it was better not to care so much.

The reason why these people are called the punishment battalion is that most of them have committed capital crimes, deserters or simply unlucky natives, in order to ensure that every force can be used, the crown prince has set up a special unit as a backup, this is the punishment battalion, as long as they can complete ten combat missions alive, they can be unconditionally transferred to the front-line troops and enjoy the same treatment as others.

"Well, I think even the punishment camp can be of some use, so what about the supplies and intelligence you said?"

"In terms of supplies, about half of the rations requested, only one-third of the ammunition was delivered, and the rest of the magic props and medical items were only a little bit, which could only be used by a hundred people."

"A bunch of damn corrupt officials, all of them are still making trouble behind at this time......"

"In addition, there is intelligence that an entire Imperial Legion from the Duke of Fran has come to reinforce us, and the latest magic war equipment will also be put in!"

"Oh?" Durant looked back at the staff officer, since the relationship with the empire was suddenly severed, the Near East Army has sent countless messengers, but there has been no response, this time there is actually a reinforcement from the Imperial legion, it is really surprising.

"Which legion? Who leads the team? ”

"It's the new Seventh Legion of the Empire, and the name of the Legion Commander is Lorraine? Taylor, and this time there are also royals who have come to reinforce them! ”

"That's great news." Durant smiled and said, with such a support army, the situation here will be much better, right?