After a long conversation, Osmond and Yang were not in the mood to continue, they silently waited for the dawn in the headquarters, this dawn may be the end of this war.

At four o'clock in the morning, the sky turned from pitch black to deep blue, and the night was at its darkest, the moon had set, the light of the stars had been hidden, and all that could be seen in the sky was a thick fog that obscured the view.

Yang had been paying attention to the situation outside, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw the fog that was even thicker than the previous few days.

"The fog is thicker than the previous days. Yang stared outside and was the first to break the silence, "This is not good news, with such a heavy fog, it will be even more difficult for us to grasp the whereabouts of the other party's retreat, in case they let them escape, it will be troublesome." ”

Osmond's face was still calm, and he stared at the thick fog outside, but his thoughts were completely different from Yang's.

"You personally take the 1st and 2nd divisions to the front, and I will let the 3rd and 5th divisions follow you. Success or failure is a matter of success or failure, as long as the enemy army is driven out of the position, then this battle will already be our victory. ”

"Shall I go myself?" Yang glanced at Osmond, "Is this necessary?"

"Are you afraid that the Earl is also in the enemy formation, so you dare not go there?" asked Osmond rhetorically.

"Hmph!" Yang snorted coldly, although he understood that Osmond was provoking him, but Yang's character was to eat this set, "This time, I will come back with Jericho's head!"

With that, he walked out of the barracks, because the deployment had already been made, and the army on this side was ready early, waiting for the final battle.

"This is the end. In the headquarters, Osmond muttered to himself, "But, who will be the last?"

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The water that has swept through the plains of the western suburbs has gradually seeped into the surface, making the ground muddy, and if you are not careful, if you are not careful, your feet will sink in, and it will take a lot of effort to pull it out.

Baron O'Brien walked on such a ground step by step, he did not complain, as a soldier, he should have been aware of the harsh environment, and in order to win, even if it was a sea of swords and fires, they had to use their lives to find a way.

And marching in such a bad road situation, Baron O'Brien and Munster's army had only one goal, and that was to take advantage of this particularly thick fog and the last darkness before dawn to surprise the enemy.

He turned his face sideways and glanced at Swain beside him. The baron couldn't help but think of the situation at the military meeting a few hours ago.

At the military meeting, when Baron O'Brien proposed Swain's surprise attack plan, it was immediately opposed by the staff officers, even if the plan was from Baron O'Brien's mouth, and it was not Swain's idea, the staff officers still did not support the surprise attack plan.

Their reason is very good, that is, once the army moves and gives up the position, then there is no one to protect the Astrad I College and Karin Castle behind them, in case the surprise attack is not successful, then they will completely lose the hope of saving the battle, Karin Castle and Astrad I College will be easily taken by the enemy, and victory is equivalent to being handed away by them.

This kind of thinking is normal, even Baron O'Brien himself, when he first heard about Swain's idea, he had this kind of thought. However, he saw further than the conservative staff officers, and even if they continued to hold their positions, it would be difficult for them to hold back the enemy's offensive with the fortifications on their positions, as before, and their positions had become a puddle of mud, not only unable to stop the enemy, but also trapping themselves in it.

There were also staff officers who suggested that they could go to the Astrad I School to defend themselves, but Baron O'Brien rejected this proposal without thinking about it. Isn't it tantamount to handing over the entire school of students to the enemy as hostages?

No matter what reason Baron O'Brien tried to convince them, the opposing senators refused to give in, and even the commanders of the Connaught Army and the Yanwan Army were a little hesitant, after all, this plan was indeed very risky, even if the enemy army was successfully defeated, the scattered soldiers might storm the school and Karin Castle, a risk that was almost unavoidable.

Baron O'Brien almost said dry, but he couldn't convince the staff officers, and seeing such a stalemate, Swain simply took action.

He directly took out a gun and killed one of the most fierce staff officers, and then threatened the other staff officers and the commanders of the troops of Connaught and Yanwan provinces with force, forcing them to agree to this plan. And in the face of Swain's gun, and his resolute attitude to kill a staff officer without hesitation, all the officers were taken aback, including Baron O'Brien himself. Eventually, under Swain's threat, everyone agreed to the plan and sent troops to surprise the enemy.

"Mr. Baron," Swain noticed Baron O'Brien's gaze, although the light was dim, "Do you have any questions?"

Baron O'Brien hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Has Her Royal Highness Catalina of Karin Castle been transferred?"

"Yes, I have ordered them to leave Karin Castle with them and go in the direction of Yanwan, so that even if we fail, the enemy army should not be able to find Her Royal Highness for a while. ”

Baron O'Brien smiled bitterly and said, "Is this a failure? You proposed this plan, but you are talking about failure, isn't that right?"

"Nothing is guaranteed to work. Swain looked ahead and said with a blank face, "If we fail and die on the battlefield, please assume that you are unlucky." ”

Baron O'Brien tugged at the corners of his mouth, he wanted to laugh a little, but Swain didn't feel like a joke at all, and his expressionless face always gave people a feeling of being too cold.

"Anyway," Baron O'Brien looked at the lights of the enemy camp in the distance, "victory or defeat is here, and whatever the outcome, this war should be over." ”

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Norrington, as the commander of the 1st Division of the Ministry of the Interior, led his troops to the enemy's position first. At this time, the position was empty, and there was no one defending, as if the opponent had completely abandoned the position.

Although he was from the Ministry of the Interior, Norrington was able to become the commander of the First Division and had considerable military qualities, and when he saw this scene, he was not surprised at all, after all, he had already had such a guess when he learned about this plan from Osmond.

The 50,000 troops of the Ministry of the Interior assembled in Deweide were all composed of the troops deployed by the Ministry of the Interior in various places, and the so-called first division was also a temporary force, and after this war, it was basically to be disbanded. However, even so, Norrington did not want to give up this opportunity, after all, if he could make a meritorious achievement, then even if the army was disbanded, he would have a chance to get ahead and be looked down upon by Beria.

After entering the enemy position, Norrington shouted to his men to search carefully, not to let go of the enemy who might hide and ambush him. While giving orders to his subordinates, he stepped on the mud with difficulty and walked towards the command post of the position.

Yang followed the 1st Division into the position, but he did not walk with Norrington, but led a group of people and walked slowly and leisurely behind them, as if he was spying on Norrington and them.

This naturally made Norrington very dissatisfied, and it was okay to be pressed on the head by a suddenly transferred Osmond, after all, this was Beria's order, and Norrington had no way to resist, not even whining like Vittin - as an officer from the Ministry of the Interior, he knew too well how terrible the surveillance capabilities of this agency were.

However, now being ridden on the head by a teenage imp, Norrington couldn't help it, he couldn't imagine how such a little ghost could occupy a place in the Ministry of the Interior, and even dare to dictate to himself.

Walking into Baron O'Brien's command post, Norrington unceremoniously sat down in Baron O'Brien's position, marching on such a bad road surface, his military boots were covered with mud, and even the boots were watered, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

The soldiers of the 1st Division had already searched the command post, so Norrington was not worried that there would be a hidden enemy soldier suddenly jumping out and asking for his life, but just as he took off his boots and poured out the muddy water inside, his adjutant suddenly came up with a box.

"What is this?" Norrington looked at the box with his boots in his hand, "It doesn't look small, does it contain something?"

Because the diameter of the box is twenty or thirty centimeters, the adjutant must hold it with both hands, and it seems that the weight is not light. His complexion was ugly, as pale as the fog outside.

"Divisional commander, this is what we found inside, you'd better ...... Open it up and take a look for yourself. ”

Seeing the adjutant's pale face, Norrington also had to let go of his contempt, although it was easy to occupy the enemy's position, but after all, the enemy's troops were still there, and it seemed too early to relax his vigilance now.

He dropped his boots, took the box from the adjutant's hand, and weighed the weight, and Norrington suddenly felt bad in his heart.

He slowly opened the lid on the box, very gently, to ensure that only he could see the contents of the box. And as soon as he opened the lid halfway, Norrington slammed the lid shut, and at the same time, his face became as pale as the adjutant's.

"This can't be ......," he muttered, as if he had lost his soul, "if, if this is true, then ...... It can't be, it can't be ......"

The soldiers next to him didn't understand what the commander was talking about, but the adjutant who had seen the contents could understand Norrington's gaffe.

"Commander," he whispered into Norrington's ear, "what are we going to do now, and do we want to continue to advance toward Astrad I?"

"Advance, what do you care about these things now!" Norrington suddenly exclaimed nervously, "The most important thing now is to get back to Germany, and right now, I will immediately confirm whether this is true or not!"

"But......" said the adjutant with a peculiar look, glancing cautiously outside, and whispering to Norrington, "there is another gentleman waiting for us outside." ”

Norrington was stunned, and after a period of panic, he was now a little calmer, and he could finally start to organize his thoughts.

"The enemy deliberately left this thing, and then all the armies were gone...... They didn't abandon their positions and retreated, but went to attack our camp!" Norrington immediately figured out the other party's plan, if it was before seeing the contents of the box, he would definitely lead the army back immediately, but now, he couldn't help but be suspicious, "But, if the things in here are real...... Osmond, and that little imp, who the hell are these two guys, what the hell is going on?"

All the clues were tangled in Norrington's mind, and he couldn't figure it out.

"Are we going back to the rescue, division commander?" asked the adjutant.

"Nope. Norrington set the box aside, stood up, and paced restlessly back and forth in the tent barefoot.

"So, are we going to go on the offensive?"

"Nope. ”

Norrington paused, his fists clenched, and he made up his mind.

"Let's go to Germany!"