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August 6, 1666 (MDay+127)

Jena Outer Front

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When all preparations were made, the young captain rode past his troops, pressed his hand on his command sword, and forced a confident appearance.

Only he knew that the fingers holding down the command sword were trembling slightly.

The music in the air looped back and forth, and the shouts of killing in the distance seemed to have nothing to do with it. This is Jena, a wine-scented valley where the soldiers of the Imperial and Free armies kill each other. These people shed their blood to protect their daily lives.

The wagon of history is crooked, and the straw that is about to overturn it seems to be lurking here, in the troops around him.

In front of his eyes, ten people stood in a row, ten rows of people stood in a company, and eleven companies formed a phalanx to form the final reserve. There were gaps in each phalanx, and the shortage of troops was already quite obvious.

"The Third Temporary Battle Group has three battalions and 11 companies under its jurisdiction, with an establishment strength of 1,230 and an actual strength of 970. ”

Having received orders from Field Marshal Fox, the non-commissioned officers quickly organized their troops and reported to their new commander-in-chief.

The captain jumped off his horse and slowly walked up to the podium, his heart fluttering. There is no need to count on his fingers, he also knew that the other side should have at least 2,000 combat effective troops, and the entire battle group only had 500 veterans plus 500 recruits.

War is a race for the morale of both sides. However, a miserable white aura of despair hung over this force, and even the vision that did not have magic seemed to be visible.

"Fellow of the 3rd Provisional Battle Group, I'm Captain Naimon Soleton, and many of you know me. ”

He took a deep breath and began his own style of pre-battle speech: "Guys, don't you think it's too cumbersome to call it? It's temporary, it's a battle group, and it sounds like we're going to be wiped out at any moment." ”

He was rewarded with at least nine hundred and seventy astonished and piercing glances, perhaps including his colleagues who watched from the sidelines but were not part of the troop formation.

Everyone's eyes seemed to ask, "What are you talking about?"

The thousand-year-old Imperial Army has many strange traditions, such as the fact that there will be a lot of vacancies in the military number, such as the horses of the cavalry team will make special cuts to the horse's mane, will give special orders to the nails of the horseshoe, and will congratulate each other on breaking their legs in battle. The Free Army did not have all sorts of superstitious traditions like the Imperial Army, but no one ever wanted to listen to the frustrations.

"Change the name, ladies and gentlemen! Every glorious unit of the Free Army has its nickname, 'Republic Division', 'King's Division', 'Double-edged Sword Division', and the troops with nicknames may fail, but they have never been completely wiped out. ”

No, we cannot be wiped out completely. We will fight until we die. We want to return home alive. But none of these words sounded powerful. The chemicals in his brain nervously combined with each other, and the magical power shuttled through the cracks of his nerves, and Naimon felt as if his tongue had lost his mind's control.

"Yes, just like me, never exterminated, survived. Maybe we don't have any great achievements, we don't have any extraordinary talents, and we're just ordinary people, but we haven't been completely wiped out, never! Yes, we all fought the same at Lenny, at Forteborg, at Kengle, at Fort Steel, at Jena, and here we are alive and standing in this vital position! Shouldn't we have a unique title?"

His right hand clenched into a fist and slammed into his left shoulder, right above the dazzling array of medals and battle medals.

"We survived. You, me, you, us. What are we here for?"

He glanced at the audience. The atmosphere was gradually loosening, and many of the veterans seemed to think of their relatives and hometowns, and their expressions were not as surprised as before, while others were still standing upright, but their hands could not help rubbing their muskets.

"For our loved ones, lovers, friends and hometown, but not only for our loved ones, lovers, friends and hometown. We have gone through so much blood and fire, and we can still survive, and we are standing here for the mission given to us by God! The blow that will divide the victory and defeat! We are lucky! We are not only the cold 'Third Temporary Battle Group', we are the lucky troops who stand here for the final victory!"

He paused here and straightened his collar.

"Think of all that you've been through, it's not in vain! The world is for us! We struggle to survive in the sludge for this decisive blow, and we sacrifice our death in the blood mist for this decisive blow!"

The name magically came to mind. Yes, that's the name.

"We are the ultimate reserve for victory!

Naimon knows that it is useless to talk big about these veterans, only the three words "survive" are true. In this era when war is all about lining up to shoot each other, and strategy is about geometric figures colliding with each other, "good luck" is what these GIs at the bottom are looking forward to the most.

"We will definitely survive, reverse the outcome of this battle, and spread our good fortune to the whole world!"

However, Naimon doesn't know how far these people can resist at a critical moment. The army in his hand was the last reserve of the Jena army, but it might not be able to compete with the elite soldiers on the opposite side. After all, he did not command the force by merit, prestige, or affection. There were some soldiers he had brought with him, but they could not be used alone to boost the morale of the whole battalion.

Just drop the dice and bet everything.

"So, let's go. ”

He waved his hand and motioned to the avatar demon Anne beside him to raise the flag he had just brought, and the marshal's banner that had not yet been unfurled also caused a low exclamation. This is a completely overstepping mandate and represents Marshal Fox's full trust in this team.

"This unique honor has been promised to us by His Excellency the Marshal!

Soldiers, who had once been farmers, merchants, hired laborers, and craftsmen, tightened their grip on their weapons and set off for the battlefield where their bones might be buried.

"Drop the drawbridge!"

The rudimentary drawbridge passes over the equally rudimentary trenches. Compared to Fort Steele's extravagant multi-fortress defenses, which make you feel the urge to kneel, these lines are nothing to mention.

When he dug these trenches and earthen walls, Naimon felt that "it was enough" as an overseer, but now that he is a commanding officer, he thinks that "it would have been nice to dig more earth".

"With these defensive lines, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop an army as unafraid of sacrifice as the Overseer's brigade, right?"

It is necessary to stop the opponent before the tide of war rolls into the headquarters.

The command sword at his waist seemed to be heavy, and its hilt collided with the black revolver it carried with him, making an irritating throbbing sound like his own heartbeat.

"The whole battalion is in formation! Recruits stand back!"

The captain looked apprehensively at the flags at the front.

At the end of the view, his colleague had an indomitable frontal breakthrough phalanx, with only three battalions of Overseers placed on the flanks to slow the turnaround. He feared that the flags would fall suddenly without warning, and that the neat phalanx would collapse into uncontrolled rivers of color.

"Spearman, the tip of the spear is outward, make way for the passage!

He gave the order carefully, and with four hundred men set up a triangular formation thick in the middle and thin on the two wings, leaving several passages between the formations for the passage of a possible rout.

The sound of enemy artillery gradually thinned out. This also meant that the enemy felt that there was no longer a need for such a strong artillery attack to cope with the attack of the Free Army.

Naimon looked up at the intertwined beams of magic flying in the air. Métie Crosso, who played the music, did understand what he meant, and the scale and effectiveness of the music were as he had commanded. He secretly planned his next move: "Don't collapse, give me some more time to organize your defenses." ”

He didn't know that, unlike before, his opponent did not weaken the artillery strength this time in order to preserve artillery firepower.

"Miss Daenica, Your Highness the Princess. Half of our artillery is already overheated, and it will explode if it is refilled. ”

Hearing this, the brown-haired girl touched her military cap, and her heels unconsciously began to rub against the floor of the command platform.

The front line seems to have withstood the third round of attacks, but only by doing so. She's Danika Vilen, she's in command of this Figota army, and she's responsible for every decision.

The girl sighed and asked, "How long can the Third Artillery Corps shoot?"

"Five minutes at most, Miss. With the current magical power of the artillery team, all artillery will be on cooldown within a quarter of an hour. Unless you withdraw all the people on the front line and let them cool the barrels with ice magic......"

The chief maid said a few words and said no more, she knew it was an unrealistic idea. The situation on the frontal front is still stalemate, and the 7th Brigade, as a miscellaneous army, has even pulled its baggage troops to the front line, and it is still fighting and retreating under the attack of the Free Army. To be fair, their combat effectiveness has improved a lot compared to the previous offensive battle, but it is still not enough.

Far from enough. Withdrawing the mages from the front lines would cause the entire front to collapse at once, and what good would it be if the Overseer Brigade broke through the enemy flank?

"What is Sid doing with that guy...... After fighting on the flanks for a long time without any results, are his Overseer brigades all rubbish?"

Hearing Her Royal Highness Princess Olya Hugh Kirman the First Princess's complaint that she did not dare to say, Danika nodded unconsciously, and was about to echo it, when she suddenly heard a very soft sigh in her ear that only she could hear.

It's Magia. The amazing shadow politician who still has a great sense of judgment even if he has only a wisp of soul left, Majiya Verri.

With Danica's intelligence, she immediately understood the purpose of this invisible companion.

At that moment, she felt that her first reaction was to complain about her allies in her heart, no matter from any angle. She should have understood a long time ago that she could only rely on herself, no matter what country she was in. She wasn't a natural nobleman like Olya, and how could she not take every opportunity to strengthen her prestige, not to mention that in such a situation, the result of any line of collapse would be total annihilation.

"Now is not the time to blame them. Olya, and Miss Mara, our army needs your strength. Olia you stay here to hold the command flag and artillery position for me, Mara, let's go fight side by side like last time, and I'll treat you to a steak when you come back. ”

Danika tightened her armarmor and began to prepare spells to defend against stray bullets and scatter magic.

"Concentrate all the reserves of the brigade and prepare to throw themselves into the front line. Contact Nasserqing as soon as possible, and say that Danika von Figota is planning to date him under his command. ”

Hearing this, the maids and female guards all laughed, and the pressure from the front-line battle did not seem to be so great.

Danika walked up to Mara, patted her on the shoulder, pulled out the silver revolver stuck in her belt, and pointed it at the sky, "Warriors of Figota, follow me and Lord Silverdragon!"

The chief maid was stunned, and reminded out of duty: "There are only fifteen hundred people in our whole brigade, eldest lady-"

Danika smiled slightly, tilted her chin slightly, and her voice became loud for everyone to hear: "I know." In the last war, Conti had defeated 40,000 men with 500 men, and Clad had broken 70,000 iron cavalry in the Far East with 1,000 Western Tang soldiers. We're fifteen hundred now, aren't we?"

She was satisfied to see that the sentence had the desired effect. The soldiers of the core commando team clenched their fists, their eyes full of eagerness.

I don't know who was the first to shout: "Long live the Principality of Figota! Long live the eldest lady of Figota!"

The cheers are contagious. The slogan was spread to the periphery layer by layer, and the shorter it became, the more powerful it became.

"Long live the Principality of Figota!Long live the Miss!" "Long live Miss Figota!" "Miss Figota!" "Miss Miss!" "Hooray! Hooray!"

People shouted frantically, as if to vent their dissatisfaction with the situation at the front. The momentum of the Free Army was discouraged, and the 7th Brigade regained its position.

"It's a pity that I only know about the examples of the Free Army...... If only he had talked about the Imperial Army in the first place. ”

Danika couldn't help but think of the boy who told him every night about the examples of the Free Army's battles that he had seen from the library. When Soleton spoke, she listened only politely, but luckily her natural memory allowed her to jot down things that seemed useless at the time.

What is he doing in the Free Army now?

She didn't think about it so much anymore, just raised the gun in her hand again.

"Follow me!"

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At this moment, Naymen Soleton is looking through a telescope, quietly looking at the battlefield.

He watched as the Black Flags of the Overseer Brigade descended from the flanks into the flags of the attacking troops, and several of his own fronts were already shaking.

He watched as the numerically superior Freire arranged, barely able to withstand the enemy's onslaught.

He watched as the Figota Brigade launched a general assault, cutting off the second line of defense from the flanks and triggering a massive retreat.

He watched as the retreat turned into a rout, and rows of recruits on the right flank dropped their weapons and began to turn around and run.

He watched as the flags of the Fergota Brigade and the Overseer Brigade merged, and the situation showed no sign of turning into victory.

Captain Soleton dismissed the last shred of luck and gave the order.

"Unfurl the battle flag!"

The demon Annie, who was standing behind him, lowered the flag from her shoulder, but did not unfurl it: "You come or do I come?"

Without hesitation, Naimon reached out and took the flagpole of the battle flag. This is the moment when he gambles his life and all his luck. It's his honor.

"It's heavy. The avatar demon kindly reminded.

The flagpole is indeed heavy, but barely able to catch it. Hands trembled uncontrollably. While envying the power of the incarnate demon, he thrust the flagpole into the ground, and with a flick of his wrist, he let go of the rope that held the flag.

Fluttering in the air was a red flag riddled with bullet holes and half burned, without any conspicuous patterns on it.

Previously, everyone thought that this army of less than a thousand people was an ordinary reserve, but when this flag was unfurled, all eyes were immediately attracted.

"Isn't that the 'flag of freedom' of the Marshal of the Republic being raised?"

More than one person was muttering to himself, his eyes widening in surprise.

During the First Freedom War, the "Freedom Flag" flew over Lenny for 73 days, passing from one marshal to the next as a symbol of the Free Army. The original flag has long since decayed, but the distribution of bullet holes on it and the broken edges left by burning have been inherited by each subsequent marshal flag, and the lines on the free army emblem also come from the broken edges on this flag.

It was not the flag of the Free Army, nor was it an ordinary command flag, but it was a glorious banner that only the Marshal of the Republic could use. Its fluttering means that the last hero of the Free Army, the cunning fox of Kengler, has come to this battlefield.

Naimon held on to the battle flag, feeling a little dizzy, with the illusion that he was holding the entire Free Army in his hands.

From the Third Freedom War to the Fifth War, Marshal Conti Fox has fought hard and vicious battles in his life. Although it is only a flag, it is power in itself, it is hope, and it is the backbone of the Free Army.

Seeing this flag raised, some officers were so ashamed that they burst into tears: "Because of our escape, we have already forced you to come out and reorganize the team in person, Your Excellency?"

The soldiers may not know it well, but the officers know that using the general reserve to regroup the rout is a dangerous decision. Once the rout breaks through the phalanx, the spears and muskets will completely lose their due power, and the chain of command will be completely broken. For the sake of these people...... The marshal actually waved his last battle flag!

The retreat of the Free Army stopped. The officers stopped, repenting of their cowardice. More than one person stood up, and the shouts of "Stand up with me as the center!" came and went.

The Free Army, which was about to collapse just now, actually brisked up and regrouped in the queue inspired by this banner!

Several companies that had already broken up looked at the flag in the distance, subconsciously stopped, turned around and launched a suicidal counter-charge against the advancing Imperial army, buying time for those who fled with their lives. The soldiers, who had already lost their weapons in the panic, also slowed down and began to look left and right to find some weapons to return to the front line.

What officer did not privately expect his flag to have such an effect? What officer did not want to be the true owner of that flag?

Naimon shook his head, stopped admiring those desperate heroes, and quietly put away his unrealistic fantasies, surviving was the most important thing. And there's only one way to survive on the battlefield: kill all the enemies who try to kill you.

He gripped the flagpole tightly and began to give the order that had been prepared and recorded in the Herald Philosopher's Stone: "Bypass this banner and regroup!

In fact, without his order, the soldiers would also begin to regroup when they saw this flag.

The Free Army soldiers who had retreated from the front line gasped and stopped, looking at the officers of the headquarters where the reserves were urgently deployed.

Most of the soldiers who retired were empty-handed or holding muskets that could not be used, and even among the officers, there were many who threw away their swords and pistols. Some extreme guys even threw away their armed belts and ranks with potions and spell materials. But under this marshal, even the cowards will be inspired to have a little courage and clench their fists again.

Then they will see the person who will give them orders. Mountains of old and new muskets, spears, swords, and shields piled up on the ground, piling up around this guy, blocking the way to retreat.

"Report your ranks and the units to which you belong! Reorganize your units according to company and place of origin! All formations will be reorganized, repeat, all formations will be reorganized! This is the order of Your Excellency the Marshal!"

The order that was repeated was from the mouth of a staff officer.

The soldiers saw that the young captain was standing alone under the battle flag, holding the marshal's flag alone. With the rank of captain on his shoulders, the identifying mark of the General Staff on his arms, and medals and battle medals on his chest, he stood on the small dirt slope with the military flag as if he were participating in a victory parade.

Young people who are not afraid of death, many people think so. Didn't he see the fate of the front-line officers?

But it is undeniable that this hand is effective against the rout. Seeing the marshal's flag, and seeing the officers who did not take off the full set of identification marks, the panic in their hearts gradually lessened. Yes, it looks like the officers are not dead, and the marshal is still very confident, so why should we run away?

"Evacuate the wounded! Pick up new ones here for those with lost or damaged weapons!"

This flag, this attire, this conspicuous position, this posture standing there, he was simply demonstrating to the commanders of the enemy army. Demonstration to Sid.

"The last reserve of the enemy, the Figota Brigade, has moved! Within thirty minutes, we will counterattack! Rest now!"

Naimon roared hoarsely, and all his magical officers, command officers, temporary officers, non-commissioned officers, and veterans repeated his orders.

Everyone knows that every minute counts in the total collapse of this army, and whoever is fast wins. If the Imperial pursuers had come in first, all of them would have died on the land, and if they had regrouped first, they might have even regained this lost victory!

To his surprise, the enemy did not take advantage of the situation, but stopped two hundred meters away, allowing the magicians, snipers, and artillerymen on both sides to engage in long-range fire that would not cause much casualties.

On the enemy's center-left flank, that is, in the direction of his center-right flank, the two command flags came together: the Figota and the Ministry of Security.

"What do you think of the other party's stay?" Although he knew that it was not Annie around him, but the incarnate demon summoned by Annie, Naimon still asked the question.

The creature with the appearance of a beautiful girl shrugged: "If you look at it from the point of view of demon strategy...... The interpretation of this behavior is, 'They have faith that they can break our necks.'" ”

Namen's curiosity flared up again: "If you have a chance in the future, can you discuss the problem of demon strategy?"

"I'm not very good at it, you can find my summoner. When I negotiated, I found that she had relevant knowledge in her head, but she refused to use it to pay the bill. ”

And in the array of Imperial troops opposite, the two commanders were also talking.

"This time, our security department owes you a favor. Sid took the time to wipe the blood stains on the staff on his right arm, and chatted with Danica, who had just arrived, "The Ministry of Security will definitely report back in the future." ”

Danika didn't show her anxiety in her expression or tone: "Your Excellency, you think we should continue the attack, right? If the Free Army regroups, we will have to face another fierce battle." ”

"Until then...... They should be on the side that has the strategic advantage, right? Our follow-up troops were intercepted. ”

"That's right. "Of course, Danika is aware of the current situation," and was intercepted by their high-ranking mages. ”

Sid pointed to the marshal's flag in the distance: "However, if this is true, why does Fawkes still fight so desperately? Judging from the flag, this is the last reserve of the other party." If I were in command, I would have held on to the camp until the battle dragged into street fighting. Blenheim's Free Army certainly has the upper hand, and they can come back after victory. ”

Danika froze. "I guess you're not trying to say, 'Our troops aren't stumbling on them, it's all a ploy by the Minister to paralyze their opponents,' are you?"

"That's a good joke. Sid smiled, "Of course, there's a possibility. Clad's army had been wiped out by the Figotas, and they knew they had no backups, so they fought to the death. Can you believe it, Miss?"

"If Clad's army had been so easy to deal with, we would have won this war a long time ago. Danika thought for a moment, "What if they knew that the southern front couldn't hold us back?"

Sid touched the staff in his right hand and replied, "If I hadn't fought the other party, I would probably have come to the same conclusion as you." I believe that even if there is only one mage on the other side, we will not be able to maintain the supply line normally. ”

"It's so unreasonable," Denica became more and more incomprehensible, "unless Conti Fawkes and the entire Free Army of Jena don't know about the cutting off of the southern front......"

"That's it, they don't know. ”

Sid nodded at Danica.

"When you take out all the impossibilities, this is the truth. The woman on the southern front, she had a reason not to let them know. And I know who she is. ”

Danica noticed that the Minister of Security's pale left hand seemed to clench as she said this. Everyone knows that the Minister of Safety lost his left hand in a recent accident, but no one knows what kind of accident it was.

Only he knows. The other party is an old enemy he will eventually fight, a woman who is a hundred times more terrifying than Majiya Verri. She was the most terrifying woman he had ever seen, and of all the enemies of the Minister of Security, she could also rank fourth in the terrible position.

"As soon as the opponent's marshal banner falls, you launch a general attack. Sid activated his magic cloak and let the light of defensive magic envelop his body, "Even if Conti Fawkes regrouped his team, it wouldn't work. ”

Sid won't be as arrogant as he used to be. He will not fight her again until Pluto Luthor returns to his own army from the southern front.

In the face of a magician stronger than himself, he will be ready to face her in good condition and subdue that terrifying and powerful soul. Then, he will be able to fulfill his wish and receive the territory he deserves.

"In Jena now, no one can stop me. I'm going to take down that flag—"

To Danica's ears, Sid Nasser's voice was as cold as frost. Even though she was under the scorching summer sun, she could feel the chill that couldn't be hidden.

"to end this war. ”

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