The natives with tattered weapons attacked like a tidal wave, and the mages and artillery regiments, who thought themselves the best in the world of Norman magic, provided fire support to the soldiers for five minutes, and then fell silent like pathetic old men. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The officers looked at the artillery and the mages with a depressed face, but there was nothing they could do, because the logistics and transportation problems caused by the heavy rain had seriously affected the supply of shells, and the mages did not get a good rest after fighting for days, and yawned one by one and went back to rest.

Except for the twenty miles around Transylvania, the rest of the place was completely medieval, and a supply convoy carrying ammunition had been blocked by a damn dirt road the other day, and it had been two hours since the cavalry had rushed over at the news, but the convoy had already been eaten up by the stragglers.

What's worse is that the roads have been repeatedly washed out to form one hidden natural trap after another, and if you are not careful, you will get stuck in them, and a considerable number of troops have lost their way, cut off contact with the main force, and are finally wiped out by the stragglers of the Near Eastern Army.

In this case, even the Normans' own supplies were affected, not to mention the hapless servants, who had to make do with muskets and bullets, and a squad of six only had three muskets, and it was very likely that they would be blown up, because the guns might be older than their grandfathers.

The soldiers must have an officer to command the enemy position, and the thought of commanding such subordinates is simply a nightmare for everyone, and every time they attack, they have to pray that they can survive, so the Norman officers have to use the form of lottery to select the leading officer, and the lottery is exempt from the lottery and naturally rejoices, and the face of the person who is drawn is like ashes, of course, such an unlucky person usually gets a good meal, and her colleagues will also bless her.

However, this did not mean that he would be able to win, because the supplies were always given priority to the Normans themselves, and the supply of the servant army was always less than 30% of the amount on the approval slip, so the officers had to make the servants carry large rough wooden sticks, iron spears, stone shields (bits and pieces of the mage's construction positions), waste bows and arrows with a range of less than twenty meters (slightly stronger than no weapons), and so on.

"Report, Lieutenant General George, fire support has ended, and the Servant Army has begun the twenty-third attack!" The ragged herald kept his demeanor as good as he could, "Excuse me, your Excellency's next order?" ”

"The support time is really short, I didn't expect the speed of the servant army to be as fast as ever." George? Lyle sighed, picked up the binoculars and looked at the starting position, "Well, it's indeed some heroic soldiers, but it's too ugly." ”

In his vision, the army of servants in various costumes formed an attack formation under the angry scolding of the Norman officers, and the native leaders constantly beat them with whips and sticks, and some of the Kolsalan magic apprentices blessed them with a little bit of pitiful magic so that they could be a little more durable.

Of course, you can't see the military flag or anything, but you can see a black flag in the rest position behind the servants, handsome military uniforms and fine muskets, excellent soldiers like iron statues are holding weapons at the servants, and the sneering Reverend Kane plays with his pistol, and from time to time makes an aiming posture, looking like he wants to shoot - although the object in front of him is a friendly army.

"The overseer team is as good as ever, worthy of being a tyrannical (%) god priest, and can still maintain such etiquette after besieging the city for so many days, a model in the army." "Go and inform the Air Force that they will arrange a time for the bombing and order the next group of servants to begin preparations." ”

George really looked down on the servant army, in fact, the battle of Transvania has been fought until now, and the number of servant troops mobilized and recruited by the Normans is about to exceed 100,000, not only the civilians who are forcibly conscripted, but also bandits, guerrillas, criminals, and prisoners of war are all incorporated into the servant army.

No commander can control such a force, there are four languages alone, and this is not counting the different local dialects that lead to the inability to understand what the other side is saying, for example, the names of the two Kolsalan villages separated by a mountain can't understand what the other party is saying!

Not to mention the problem of discipline, the outlaw fanatics are simply ravaging their teammates, and the poor people who try to resist can't beat those bastards who have seen blood, plus these people may have less than ten hours of training, their quality is low and they are in a state of civil strife at any time, so it's good not to shoot you with a black gun when fighting.

Therefore, even if there is an unlucky Norman officer as the leader, until now I have not seen any one who can really control the servant army, and the battle is like a flock of sparrows, following the officers with a fox and a tiger, and opening a film to the compatriots of Transvania (also a servant army, and the treatment is slightly better than them), the human brain is out of the dog's brain, and when he comes back, he will be treated unreasonably by the overseer, and the soldiers killed and maimed are actually more killed than the front, and there has been no mutiny until now, and the Normans are really lucky.

So this time the attack was as usual: the servant army rushed up, the servant army fought valiantly, the officers hung up, and the servant army fought the gg......

Then they returned to their positions like the waters of the ebbing tide, and of course they were warned by the guns of the overseers, and then they made a chaotic detour back to the resting place under the command of the officer, and this time the hapless Norman officer did not survive.

What about the other directions, George didn't want to know at all, anyway, the commander had already been arranged over there, and whatever they wanted, as long as he could squander supplies and enjoy the military industry in peace, everything would be fine.

Although George's twenty-third order to attack the Servant Army continued to fail, and he didn't care at all, his staff still had to be prepared for this battle.

In fact, when a regiment of 4,000 servants was nominally dispatched this time, a total of four wings could be dispatched, and only one wing was present, because the wing commanders were worried that the casualties of their men would affect their notice, so they selected the most unpleasant officers and the most rubbish soldiers...... When it was time to attack, the skinny monkey-like waste native officer led a group of old and sick men, carrying sticks, iron guns, and less than ten old muskets (muskets over fifty years old...... ), led by desperate Norman officers, stormed the out-of-town positions.

Then unexpectedly, more than 100 corpses and wounded were left behind, of course, including Norman officers who did not know when they hung up, and there were more than 300 people who defected, and when they returned to the position, they were shot and killed by the overseer platoon, and finally only less than 100 lucky people stumbled back safely.

Is this really not a big problem? No matter how you look at it, it feels like the Normans are carrying out racial substitution, personally forcing the Kolsaland to die, and the people killed by the Warlords are even more beautiful than the enemy, which is simply the poi of the Corserland natives!

"Lieutenant General George, the results of the battle have been counted, please take a look."

After receiving the report sent by the staff officer, George glanced at it hastily, "Let's change it, let's just say that our army fought bravely, more than 4,000 soldiers died in this attack, and the officers who led the team died heroically, conquered many positions on the outskirts of Telavania, killed and wounded countless enemy soldiers, and asked the rear to give the Norman soldiers the necessary honor." ”

"Good...... Yes, Your Excellency! ”

Sending away the staff officer with a strange expression, George sighed secretly that he was still too young, and his thinking was too simple, if according to the real report of the staff officer, it would be strange if His Majesty the Emperor was not angry to death, and the military department would not give him a good face.

But with such a change, not only is the record much better, but also a large amount of money can be approved, presumably the officers above can also eat happily, and it is estimated that about forty percent can be sent to him, and tens of thousands of gold coins can be earned with a simple attack, and it is really good to be a soldier.

This is the shameless Earl Lawris (George's title), the way to make money is simply godly!

As for those unlucky servant troops, since they attacked, they naturally had supplies, and Lord Earl had already stipulated that as long as they could come back alive, the food supply would be doubled, and a few more sweet potatoes could be distributed, he was really too merciful.

A few hours later......

The twenty-fourth servant attack, as if it were going to work, began to storm the outlying positions of Transvania again.