General Gavin Malcolm on the side cast a disdainful glance at the captain, he spat on the ground, and said, "Dali, you shouldn't have agreed to his request, he actually bluntly said the idea of fighting for money!" A guy with no sense of honor, he's not a good soldier! ”

Marshal Dali Einfurt narrowed his tired eyes and watched the grenadier captain limp to the rear, gradually disappearing from his field of vision, and then said to General Garvin beside him:

"The battlefield is one of the few places in this cruel world that is truly fair, and even poor people, and even criminals, can realize their dreams with military exploits.

Everyone has his reasons to fight, patriotism, honor, money, revenge...... As long as there are one or more reasons at the same time, an ordinary person can go to war.

I think the man just now must have his own difficulties, indeed, he bluntly said that fighting for money is a little inappropriate, but it is understandable that not everyone is like us, born in a wealthy aristocracy, born with a golden spoon, having the opportunity to receive the best higher education, worry-free food and clothing, and can devote all his energy to the career he loves. ”

"Of course I do! The man had his own problems. General Gavin was still indignant: "I understand the reason, but I still despise that guy!" ”

Dalí said: "My sister-in-law Jane once told me that children from poor families worry about food, clothing, shelter and transportation every day, and they cannot devote themselves to the business they love, and they are entangled in household chores, and the captain is a living example.

I don't think he's all about money, I believe he's still patriotic, it's just that the weight of life makes him unskilled, and when this battle is over, I will talk to him alone, ask him about the specific situation, give him appropriate help in terms of finance, and of course, hope that he can survive until the end of this war. ”

General Gavin patted his old friend's arm: "Dali, you are such a good old man, no wonder you are so popular wherever you go, much stronger than my rigid elm pimple head, my mouth will make enemies everywhere." ”

While the two were talking, General Poigny returned from the front on horseback and joined their conversation: "Oh, Dali, Gavin, you two are really idle, the battle in front is so lively, you still have the energy to chat here!" ”

"Come on! It's been almost a day, and we've just taken a breath to rest! As he spoke, Marshal Dalí raised his binoculars, looked at the situation at the front, and a confident smile appeared on his face:

"There is no doubt that in terms of the quality of training, equipment, or the courage to fight, our Valstad Imperial army can be the best in the whole continent, and it is a pleasure to be a commander in such an army!" He said lightly, "With the current combat intensity, as long as the pressure continues to be maintained, I can guarantee that the enemy will definitely not last an hour." ”

"It stands to reason that the battle should have ended a long time ago, those Sylvinians are really tenacious, much more powerful than during the colonial war!"

"After all, this is their home turf, and Le Lemonts has been a battleground since ancient times."

Poigny said, "Look, Dali, your fellow disciple Leopold has rushed up with his troops, what a competitive fellow, and he has always wanted to take credit from you. ”

"The timing of Leopold's strong attack is fine, the enemy's defense line has been shaken," Dalí began to give orders: "Gavin, Puigny, take your infantry division to follow up quickly, we must always protect Marshal Leopold's flank to prevent him from being surrounded, today let me, the senior, be the protagonist, let's support the weak links and do a good job of auxiliary work." ”

At this time, at the very front of the line of fire on the left flank, Field Marshal Leopold ordered the First Army to abandon all its baggage wagons and go into battle lightly, while the line infantry unloaded their heavy knapsacks and heavy overcoats, leaving only rifles and ammunition bags on their bodies.

Marshal Iwan, commanding his cavalry division, took the lead in the enemy's light infantry formation, brandishing a scimiar-bladed saber used by the steppe people, slashing wildly through the crowd, his image was as terrifying as a demon, an incendiary bomb exploded around him, and more than a dozen cavalrymen were covered in flames, and immediately jumped off their horses and rolled desperately on the ground.

Ivan Mikhailovich Ivanovsky, known to his soldiers as the Eagle of the Steppe Tribes of the Northwest of the Peninsula, and the most courageous cavalry general of the Valstad Empire, was not intimidated by this difficulty, and the more setbacks he encountered, the more competitive he was aroused.

Several more incendiary bombs exploded nearby, Ivan stared directly at the huge fireball that was rising, a wave of heat rushed in, the scorching air seemed to burn into his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe, and the flames engulfed everything nearby, burning up the wooden supply trucks, weeds, wildflowers, military uniforms, and soldiers' bodies......

The stench of burnt corpses poured into people's noses, and many of them retched violently.

In front of them, a light infantry brigade of the Sylvinian Army organized its defenses against the walls of the fortified farmhouses.

The light infantry took turns firing from behind stone walls, hedges, and windows, and in order to prevent Ivan's cavalry division from storming the fortifications, the Sylvinians set fire to a large number of haystacks around the village, creating an impenetrable, blazing wall of flames.

The rifles of the light infantry crackled, and watching the cavalry brothers around him continue to be shot and fall from their horses, but they could not continue to advance, which made Marshal Yi Wanwan furious, at this time, only heard a familiar military music, he turned around and saw the banner of the First Army of the Valstad Empire, it turned out that the First Army of Marshal Leopold Schumacher had arrived.

A grenadier division was the first to reach the outskirts of the farm, and the division commander shouted: "Brethren of the cavalry division, you have worked hard, let the war horses rest, let's drive these Sylvinians out of their positions!"

The experienced grenadiers fired a volley into the window of the farmhouse to suppress enemy fire, then threw spherical grenades at the wall of fire, which was greatly weakened as the straw pile was blown apart, and the wall of fire was blown out of a few small gaps, but it was still insurmountable.

"Boys, rush in and fight for bayonets!" With the order of the grenadier division commander, an incredible scene appeared, and the brave grenadiers did not wait for the flames to be completely extinguished, and rushed towards the fortifications where the enemy was hiding, and many of them were shot and fell in the process of charging.

Some people were burned by the flames, so they simply took off their burning military uniforms, and went bare-chested with snow-bright bayonets, "Long live the emperor!" They shouted in unison, and succeeded in storming the farmhouse, where the light infantry brigade was the opponent of these hungry wolves, and soon suffered heavy casualties, and the rest of the men all raised their hands and surrendered.

At this time, in the Sylvinian Empire's front headquarters, the commander of their battle, Prince Miera, was directing the battle, and he had just witnessed the scene of the farmhouse being captured, he sighed and said:

"Oh my God, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it!

Those crazy Valstads are so fearless of death, they go against the human instinct to be afraid of fire!

What did that young Emperor Valstad do to make so many young people willing to die for her! ”

A commander returned from the front and said to him: "Your Excellency, the troops of the Valstadians have been pressed on all fronts, and we are a little overwhelmed, should we send the last few reserves?" ”

Prince Miella replied: "According to the instructions of our crown prince, His Majesty Franz, we only need to do a good job of delaying this battle, and everything will have to wait until the negotiations have been completed, we have achieved our goal, and we have dragged the main force of the enemy army for a whole day, tell the commanders, retreat on all fronts, leave Lelemons to those Valstas, and we will withdraw to the second line of defense." ”