It is an indisputable fact that Major Gianmacol Chiarini was an out-and-out drunkard, and the reason why he was sent to Assab. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoNo general could tolerate a subordinate like him, but the Major didn't behave so badly that he could be kicked out of the army, so sending him to a remote place as the Supreme Commander became the most appropriate option.

Anyway, in such a place, no matter how bad Major Chiarini may become, even if he soaks in a tub full of wine all day, the worst consequence can be to drown himself, and at the same time have the civilian staff of the War Office have a headache for a while about how to explain the cause of the major's death to his family, but it is no big deal; In Asab, there is nothing worth mentioning that can make the major mess up.

General Baratieri thinks so. He was wrong.

"Major! Major! Hurry up, Major, we're under attack. Captain Roeta grabbed his superior's shoulders and shook violently, trying to wake Major Chiarini from his sleep. But sadly, no matter how hard he tried, the major never showed any signs of waking up.

Captain Roeta was anxious and scared. The explosion from the window told him that the barracks was being shelled by the enemy. It was undoubtedly extremely dangerous to remain in the barracks at such a time, but before Major Chiarini woke up and took command of the troops, he had to risk staying here, making futile attempts again and again.

"Major! Major Chiarini—"

"Captain, leave Major Chiarini alone, we need a commander! We need you to give orders in place of the major. An equally panicked lieutenant burst into the room, waving his hands at him excitedly.

"I can't!" The captain refused, "I can't do it, I don't know what order to give you." ”

Like the vast majority of Italian officers, Captain Roeta had no combat experience with the regular army, but unlike the others he knew his true abilities well, so he now hoped that Major Chiarini would be able to restore control of the troops as soon as possible - although in reality, the major himself had no combat experience; The captain just wanted someone to give him orders and tell him what he should do.

Of course, that was the lieutenant's idea, and his request was more urgent than Roetta's. "Captain, for God's sake, you must give orders in place of the major. We don't have much time, and the soldiers are running out! ”

As if to confirm his words, the explosions in the barracks became more intense; And between the two explosions, the screams and screams of the soldiers were equally audible.

But the captain still refused. "I can't!" He shook his head resolutely, and shook the major harder, "God, Major Chiarini, wake up quickly, we need you!" Major ......"

A shell exploded violently outside the window. The loud noise drowned out Royta's voice and made him even more alarmed, which eventually led the captain to use a tactic that he was unwilling to use - in the lieutenant's astonished gaze, he grabbed Chiarini by the collar and gave him two loud slaps in the face fiercely and mercilessly, and the major woke up.

"Damn, which bastard hit me?" Chiarini screamed angrily, but it wasn't until ten seconds later that he realized who was still holding him. "Captain Royta, what are you doing?"

Then he noticed something else. "Also, why is there so much trouble outside...... Hell, which idiot is firing a cannon? ”

The Major still didn't realize what was happening, and he was even thinking about how to punish the soldiers who fired at random. But in the next second, Captain Roetta lets him into a terrifying world. "Major, we are under attack by the enemy!"

Fifteen minutes ago.

Eight Italian soldiers were standing guard, but in reality, of course, the guys were just getting together and chatting, talking passionately about topics that were of interest to the men. No soldier cares about his duty. This is Assab, the city where the Italian army is stationed, and no tribe has the audacity to come and harass it, so there is no need to be too conscientious.

"And, if you behave too well, you will be left here by the commander until the end of his service before he has the opportunity to return to Italy." A veteran triumphantly imparts his experience to several recruits. "Gentlemen, if you want to get out of here early, don't behave too well, don't behave too badly, and in short, don't let Major Chiarini remember your ......"

"Our drunkard major?" The other veteran smiled contemptuously, "Come on, no matter how you behave, it doesn't matter, he can't see it anyway." ”

"It's just Captain Roedon to be warned." The third veteran said.

The recruits, of course, were grateful for the advice of the veterans, but they were more concerned about Major Chiarini's gossip. "Do any of you know why we got the Major to be an alcoholic?"

"Because ......" gossip about the big guys is always something that the little guys talk about, and the topic of discussion soon changes, with a few veterans spitting on all sorts of anecdotes they know about Major Chiarini, while the recruits listen attentively - because one day, like these veterans, they will dance to the recruits and tell the recruits the stories they have heard and add something new.

Of course, as is often said, joy begets sorrow, and while the discussion was going on, some voices caught the attention of one of the recruits. He turned to look sideways in the direction the voice was coming from, and then froze for a moment.

He saw an army approaching Assab: at least a thousand Abyssinian warriors...... Maybe an Abyssinian warrior. Although they were all dressed in Abyssinian clothing, only the hundreds at the front were armed with spears and shields, and the warriors who followed behind them were armed with rifles with bayonets...... This hostile army is getting closer.

The recruit estimated the distance, and there were still two kilometers left.

"Guys......" he began to tug at the uniform of the soldier next to him, but the soldier, who was engrossed in the major's anecdote, did not notice at all. And neither did the others.

The recruits continued to pull. "Guys......"

This time, the soldier finally noticed, and he turned his head. "What's the matter, man."

"I want to ...... We've got a guest. At this point, the recruit had the heart to make a little joke - even though he was actually very nervous. The soldier was slightly confused, then turned his gaze in the direction of his finger. After a few seconds, he began to shout: "Attention, there are enemies!" ”

Several of the other sentinels heard this, and together they looked out of the city, equally shocked by the small size of the enemy, and then, of course, the recruits became alarmed. "We're under attack, alert!"

"Don't panic, guys." The veterans said nonchalantly that while the enemy's rifles were a real threat, experience had taught them that there was no need to worry. "Let's see what these natives want to do." They decided to wait a little longer.

So, under the watchful eye of the sentries on the city walls, a mixed force of tribal warriors and mercenaries continued towards Hosabu, and finally stopped when there was only a kilometer left. The samurai began to regroup and form an attacking formation, while the mercenaries moved quickly to set up mortars and machine guns. Only five minutes had passed, and everything was ready.

O'Connor looked at his watch, fifteen seconds left, and still had time to make a statement. He turned to the others, commanders, warrior leaders, and tribal leaders, "Gentlemen, behold, this will be a memorable moment in Abyssinia's war with Italy. He paused, and then seven o'clock arrived. Offensive. ”

"Fire!" The artillery commander gives orders to his subordinates. The mercenaries skillfully picked up the cannonball, put it into the barrel, and then, with a soft sound, the cannonball flew out of the muzzle and towards their respective targets.

Several Italian sentries heard the sound of shells flying, and just as they were trying to figure out what exactly this sound meant, explosions were already ringing in the harbor and barracks. The unresponsive soldier realized that the city he was stationed in was in fact under an organized attack. "Pull the alarm!" They screamed, but there was no point in doing it now.

By the time the first explosion sounded, the Italian officers and soldiers, who were still sleeping in the barracks, were awakened and quickly realized that they were under attack. The efficiency of the soldiers was reflected in the process of making up for the oversight, the soldiers hurriedly put on their uniforms, grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the barracks, looking for their commanders in the successive explosions around them, or rushed directly to the city walls to prepare for the enemy; A second lieutenant officer ran to two field guns with a group of soldiers, hoping to use them to counter enemy shelling.

In the midst of this chaos, only Captain Roetta seemed a little overwhelmed. A distressed sergeant ran up to him and reported breathlessly: "Captain, we have counted at least two thousand enemy troops, about half of them have rifles, and they have more than twenty artillery pieces ......"

"Where's the Major?" The captain only cares about this.

"In the room...... Maybe. The sergeant said, "You know, the major gets himself drunk every night......"

"Let the soldiers go to the city walls to stop the enemy troops," the captain interrupted him as he ran to the major's room, "I'll go find the major." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the WWW.QIDIAN.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )