Since it was only a drill, Köster also wanted to take the opportunity to see the performance of his officers, who, like himself, had never been on a real battlefield.

Fortunately, the actual situation is quite normal, the three main lines of defense are still solid so far, Jon's battalion is facing a huge attack pressure, and three wings have been rotated, and the defense line is basically intact. Although it was only a drill, most of the soldiers who had been replaced were still in a trance, especially those who were judged to be "dead", and they all ignored the white powder on their chests and stayed aside.

"See, Feida, even if they knew in their hearts that it was a drill, these soldiers still couldn't accept the fact that they were sentenced to death. "Koster and Feida, both in the distant headquarters, "If you can in a while, let your personal guard battalion also go up and practice." ”

Feida shook her head like a rattle, "That's not good, that's not good, I have no experience in commanding armies, it's okay to protect you." ”

Kester encouraged her, "Don't worry, try." ”

The other two defensive lines were relatively stable, and as expected, both were feints, and after a few rounds of crossbow arrows, the enemy did not dare to come up. "Heralds!" exclaimed Kerster, "go, have Rober and Rickon each send three wings to me. ”

The heralds hurried away, and it wasn't long before several groups of soldiers lined up in a neat line and ran over. The vertical spear pointed neatly at the sky, like a forest of guns.

"This is an army! an army with combat effectiveness and cohesion. "Caster is satisfied.

At this time, the battle at the bridgehead in front of Jon was fierce again. In fact, Commander Duncan has completely learned the mistakes made by Commander Clark before, including the team not being deployed in time, including the lack of protection in place, and the slow delivery of troops.

Jon himself estimated that if it weren't for the rotation of the Captain of the Koster's wing, they wouldn't have survived where they were. Captain Koster's words, "Defend with plenty of reserves!" Well, that's what Jon understood what it meant.

However, Duncan's 12th Regiment attacked more like a bluff this time. In the previous attack, all the weapons and equipment were quite lost, including the black iron heavy shield that relied on the charging formation, many of which had been abandoned at the bridgehead, and the soldiers who had lost their sharpness rushed over and "woo wow" with their teeth and claws, and then retreated like a tide.

Duncan, on the other side, angrily whipped his soldiers with horsewhips, and some clever guys even secretly wiped their chests with lime powder, indicating that they had died.

Jon also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, the entire thirteenth regiment belonged to his own back, and suffered the greatest test, but this is not the embodiment of the trust of the commander of the Koster regiment! Fortunately, his battalion completed the task excellently.

At this moment, the voice of the herald came from his ears, "Battalion Commander Jon, the regimental commander order, take advantage of the victory to pursue, and kill across the bridge." Replenish you with six wings of soldiers, and act immediately!"

With the order came the soldiers of the six wings, and Jon looked a little and knew that they were Rober and Riken's men, and it seemed that Captain Koster had brought in their troops urgently during the battle, which was not a small feud.

Without hesitation, Jon drew his command sword, "Wing Commander who can still move, gather your troops and charge." Battalion Commander Rickon's wing, you take the lead, Camp Commander Rober's wing, His Royal Highness, the soldiers of the first battalion (note 1), follow me!"

The soldiers rushed across the wooden bridge.

In the corps headquarters of General Calvin on the opposite hill, Clark of the 14th Regiment, who was retiring to rest, was watching the battle with several battalion commanders under his command.

"Well, I'm not wrong, Clark, Koster commanding a regiment, it's really a condescension. ”

Clark is not much better than the battalion commanders under him, he has never experienced too many battles in his life, most of the time he is just leading the red robe to rectify some hooligan ruffians, so the first attack, his 14th Regiment fought a little badly, "Defense can still be played like this?" Clark couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Calvin nodded incessantly, "Our Kaman has always been located in a remote area of the continent and rarely experienced wars, and it is actually very understandable that you young nobles don't know how to fight. In your memory, most of them are the stories of your fathers and grandparents, the nobles riding tall horses and carrying spears with a length of four grams, charging towards their targets. The soldiers, however, followed their lords, and when the nobles won, they won, and when the nobles lost, they scattered. ”

Clark thought to himself: Fathers, they have been fighting like this for hundreds of years, and the nobles have better bodies and better armor, so they should take the lead.

"I know what you're thinking," continued General Calvin, "not really, the Desiks and San Joses don't fight like that for a long time. Otherwise, do you think that the Duke and the Regent would let him lead the Thirteenth Regiment at a young age, as far as I know, he was still Karman's minister before, dealing with foreign affairs. ”

Clark didn't know how to answer.

"Koster, he is a senior graduate of the command department of the Royal Military Academy of San Jose, you are also a nobleman, if you have the opportunity, you should also apply to learn what modern warfare is all about. ”

As he spoke, the battle below was nearing its end, and with the addition of six new forces, the defense line of Duncan's 12th Regiment completely collapsed, and the attackers, instead being completely defeated by a counterattack ~ stab by the defender, and the defender won a complete victory.

The excited soldiers of the 13th Regiment cheered loudly in a "whooshing", and the soldiers of the 12th Regiment, who were "killed", sat on the ground with their heads hung down and their spears thrown aside.

Jon was already on the battlefield, he dismounted, looked around, reached out and pulled up a shivering soldier of the Twelfth Regiment, and patted a large patch of white powder on his chest, "Don't worry, it's just a drill." Alright, it's over, let's go back to your team. ”

Seeing that it was over, General Calvin turned around and ordered Clarke, "Clark, you can go and prepare, the next round of defense will be yours, and the Thirteenth Regiment will attack." ”

However, as if he had not heard the words of the Legion Commander, Clark stood motionless in front and pondered in the direction of the battlefield.

The last round of offensive and defensive drills was canceled in the end, and the confused Koster returned to the military headquarters, only to learn that the person who canceled it was the commander of the 14th Regiment who was the opponent Clark himself. "Captain Kester, I decided to give up in the last round, this gap is not ordinarily big, I'm Clark, and I'm willing to bow down. ”

"And me, I'm Duncan's convincing!" Behind him, the head of Duncan, who also arrived in a hurry, also said.

After everyone sat down, General Calvin, who was smiling, walked in with a smile on his face, and before he could sit down, "Let's talk about it, how do you feel today?" I didn't expect you to end it so quickly, and it was originally planned that this exercise would take three days, but you see, the red sun hasn't set yet. ”

The first to speak was Regiment Commander Duncan, "I think the level of training of our soldiers is not enough, there is no good sense of formation, and the newly promoted officers also lack actual combat experience..."

"Well, you don't have to say it!" General Calvin rarely interrupted his subordinate's answer, "Why don't you tell me how the thirteenth regiment of Koster fought?"

"This—" Duncan didn't know what to say.

"Then I'll change the way of asking, you come and think about it now, let you do it again, do you have any other way to break through the defense line of the Thirteenth Regiment, I will give you plenty of time to think. Calvin turned to the other side, "Don't be idle, Clarke, think about it, including yourself, think about it." ”

There was an instant silence in the command headquarters.

The soldiers of the 13th Regiment were trained very rigorously on a daily basis, and even after the exercise, everyone sat in a neat line on the ground before receiving orders, and the wing commanders were responsible for maintaining order.

The soldiers of the 12th and 14th regiments on the side were scattered around in twos and threes. Some of the bold, quietly approached the soldiers at the end of the thirteenth column.

"Come, brother, drink saliva", handing over a pot of water, several soldiers of the Twelfth Regiment began to set up almost, "Brother, how do you usually practice, I see that you are fighting, and each of them is extremely powerful." ”

The soldier who was almost covered looked at the squad leader in front of him in embarrassment, and the squad leader was also a little hesitant and looked at the wing captain in the same embarrassment.

Seeing that the regiment commander and battalion commander had gone to the meeting, the wing commander came over and grabbed the soldiers of the 12th Regiment, "Come on, come on, I'll tell you about it." ”

The meeting of the corps headquarters was held for a long time, and when the door of the headquarters was opened, some noble officers had already walked out with their shoulders hooked. An exercise turned the officers who were originally unconvinced by each other into good colleagues with sincere hearts, and General Calvin was also somewhat pleased.

"Commander Koster, after we go back, we will drink at your place, you have to tell us about your training skills. Captain Clark hooked Koster's neck and said incessantly. He himself is a person who takes and puts down, otherwise he would not have thrown in the towel directly before the final battle began.

The three battalion commanders, Jon, Rober, and Rickon, were also forcibly pulled over by some officers, and they were all nobles of the Kaman Kingdom, and many people could become relatives when they talked about it, and the three of them were not easy to refuse. Of course, the head of the regiment didn't say that he couldn't spread the word, and he himself was dragged away by Duncan and Captain Clark.

At this moment, a fast horse galloped outside the camp, and while running the horse, from the whistle in his mouth, let out a whining siren, and the red robe behind him spread out in the wind, red and a little dazzling.

The officers all stood up and looked up, "This is the red robe from the king's capital, what's going on?"

The red-robed man did not take care of the people on the side of the road, and the horse ran past the crowd, and hurriedly stopped outside the door of General Calvin's headquarters.

Note 1: Jon's battalion is the first battalion of the 13th Regiment of the New Sixth Army, Rober's is the second battalion, and Rickon is the third battalion.